#i just wanna let yall know I audibly gasped

[peteypiessuperfamily]

Wordle being a stony shipper was not on my 2024 bingo card

[mattybsgroupie]

movies | matt sturniolo

contents: established relationship; handjob (m receiving); boob sucking/nipple play (f receiving); semi-public; sub!matt

notes: hello my darlings!!! SUB MATT IS BACK!!! nothing much to tell about this one, it's super short and super simple, just jerking him off at the movies lmao. not proofread but hope you enjoy anyways! thank you for almost 1,7K i dont deserve all of this love, yall are just fantastic.

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when matt and i first started dating, the movie theater was our favorite place. it was dark, comfortable, and no one would disturb us. as we grew into our relationship, date nights were no longer a priority, but we both knew how much we missed it. the innocence, the butterflies in my stomach, the nervousness about holding his hand, the giggly kisses and the awkward confessions.

“are we really doing this again?” matt asked me with the biggest smile on his face, adjusting his sweater. i nodded, glad that i was able to convince him to go out.

“we want… whatever’s next” he said to the cashier as he interlocked his fingers with mine, raising his free hand to his pockets, looking for his wallet. “yeah, this one” he nodded and grabbed the tickets, leading us to our assigned seats.

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i didn’t know how long it had been since the movie started. i would often lose myself on matt’s blue eyes, his skin reflecting the red colors of the big screen, his poorly done beard emphasizing his sharp features. i couldn’t resist placing a few kisses on his jaw, receiving chuckles and a squeeze on my hand, almost as if he was warning me to behave because he was actually interested in whatever we were watching. 

until the scenery changed. the lights turned warmer, the music slower and suddenly it was hard to breathe. i felt my chest raising on its own as the sensual atmosphere took over the room, matt’s grip on my hands tightening, silently asking me to take my eyes off of him and pay attention to the erotic scene in front of me. 

we didn’t expect such an explicit act. the actress had removed her bra, flashing her bare breasts to the few people at the movie theater. matt’s mouth fell open in surprise and i audibly gasped, quickly raising my palm to cover my sudden noise.

both of us turned our heads to each other, widening our eyes as we tried to hold back our laughs. “i promise i’m not looking” matt joked, pretending to block his view.

“you can look” i giggled, adjusting myself on the chair and getting closer to matt, letting my hand rest on his thigh. “i know how much you like boobs”

“well” he stopped for a second. “you’re right, but i’d rather look at yours” matt checked me out from head to toe, a grin appearing on his face as if i was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

i decided to be bold. my free hand moved to the hem of my sweater, pulling the cloth upwards and revealing just a bit of skin - enough to get him excited. i mentally thanked him for always choosing the back row, giving us privacy to our heated makeout sessions back then.

“please?” matt whispered, his digits reaching for my exposed tummy. “wanna see your boobs, please”. 

it was definitely risky, but i couldn’t resist his pleading blue eyes, the way his top teeth bit his bottom lip, how his fingers caressed my belly. what seemed like nothing to others was already too much for us, along with the adrenaline of doing the same silly things we did years ago as teenagers in love. i had blew him at that same seat several times, but it was different now. as if we weren’t supposed to be acting that way. and it felt too fucking good to ignore.

i finally gave in, pulling my sweater and revealing my breasts. i wasn’t wearing a bra, making this way easier for matt, who immediately shoved his face in between them, muffling a “thank you” i was only able to hear because it was a habit. he would always thank me for anything i gave, even my boobs. 

his beard tickled my skin as he moved downwards, resting his cheek just above my left tit. he wasn’t going to speak, too busy sticking his tongue out to tease my nipple before latching his lips around it. matt sucked so hard i left out a sigh, bringing my fingers to his hair, caressing his brown locks as i whispered how much of a good boy he was, which certainly didn’t help his impatient self. matt squirmed around on his chair, trying to get comfortable and ignore the growing tent inside his pants.

“need help, baby?” i asked, brushing my digits over his boner. matt nodded desperately, not letting go of boobs until i wrapped my knuckles around his covered length, making him gasp from the sudden contact. “what’s got you like that, hm? was it the movie or me?”

“you” he said, hiding his face on the crook of my neck. “always you”.

“such a good boy for me” i praised, receiving a muffled whine in response.  “nuh uh, keep it down. you don’t want them to hear us, do you?” matt denied with his head, jointing his hips forward, silently asking for me to actually jerk him off. i knew it had hit him too. the nostalgia, the excitement, the risk of doing something we shouldn’t. 

matt dragged his lips across my chest as i finally got a grip of his cock, placing my hand inside his pants and slowly pumping his shaft. he placed his tongue on my nipple once again, sucking it at the same pace i would stroke him. with long minutes of a lazy and steady handjob, matt was far gone — he couldn’t care less about the movie, frantically chasing for his orgasm.

i could feel his chest panting as i heard the heavy sighs coming from the back of his throat. matt was trying so hard to stay quiet and yet, he failed, letting out a cracked moan when i brought my thumb to his leaking tip, rubbing his slit as i tightened the grip on his throbbing cock.

“cum” he whispered to me, not opening his eyes. i pretended i didn’t hear it, my eyes glued to the big screen in front of me. “please, wan’ cum” matt spoke again, replacing the lips on my boobs with his hands, massaging my flesh.

he wasn’t getting what he wanted — my attention and permission. “princess, please” he pleaded, now covering my neck in kisses as he mimicked on my nipples the same movements i did on his slit. i savored the moment for a bit, hanging my mouth open as his kisses turned into love bites.

“hold it” i said, loosening my fist. matt whined at the loss of contact, throwing his head back in frustration. “you look so pathetic, baby” i cooed, running my fingers through his hair before cupping his cheeks. he looked so, so fucked out. “such a needy boy, aren’t you?”

“no” he pouted, blue eyes covered in desperation. “i’m good, i promise i’m your good boy!” matt said, moving his hips upwards, trying to get some relief to his aching cock.

“you’re gonna have to wait until a really loud scene comes up” i told him. “we don’t want anyone to hear this good boy cumming all over himself hm?” i asked with faux sympathy, feeling his length twitching against my hand. he wasn’t gonna be able to hold much longer.

“boobs” matt practically begged. “i will keep my mouth on them and i won’t make any noises” he said, more to himself than to me.

“yeah? you wanna cum sucking my boobs?” i teased matt, who vigorously nodded while adjusting himself one last time. he spread his legs open, waiting for my cue. “go ahead” i encouraged him and he immediately latched his lips around my nipple again, muffling his needy sounds as i jerked him off, my fingers pumping his swollen length rapidly enough for matt to cum seconds later.

matt’s whines turned to whimpers as he reached his high, releasing the sticky spurt over my hand. i couldn’t see it, but i knew the inside of his pants looked like a mess. he panted heavily as he slowly came back from his orgasm, thighs still trembling after holding it for so long.

i kissed the top of his head as i finally removed my palm from him, raising it near my mouth and licking his cum. “don’t do this to me” he said as he watched me, pulling my sweater down. “i’m gonna get hard again”

“good thing we have the whole movie left” i smirked before sealing our lips together in a passionate, hungry kiss. 

after all these years, we were still the same kids who started dating at the back row of the movie theater.

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[talkingandwatching]

So I watched the fnaf movie yall this was crazy

Hello everyone, I'm literally on my way home from the movie theater while I'm writing this post (might be a couple of days to publish it because I have no attention spam) because I watched the Five night's at Freddy's movie and yall, this was wild.

Before I get into it, I wanna complain that the guys in the front seat talked nonstop, like, all the time while we watched this movie so I wanna tell everyone, if youre the kind of person who does this crap, please stop, its very annoying.

I never once had the chance to feel like I literally cant talk about a movie, not because of the spoilers but because I literally cannot find the words to describe what I just saw, not because it was shocking or anything but because there is almost nothing to talk about. But what kind of "movie critic" would I be if I didn't at least try?

I think the main reason why I cant say anything is because I can barely comprehend the fact that this is a real movie that I watched in theaters, I think it will take about 3-5 business days for me to finally settle this information down.

This is the part where I start talking about the movie and it will probably have spoilers, so read it at your own risk.

Even before watching the movie I realised that it will be a real challenge to figure the lore out, since okay, we got Mike as a main character, I thought then it supposedly Michael Afton right? But his sister was called Abby and not Elizabeth and I knew Mike is interacting with William Afton (and I knew its William because it was Matthew Lillard in the trailer and everyone knew Matthew Lillard will play William Afton, the internet went crazy for over a week), but somehow he doesnt suspects its his dad? Also Vanessa is in this movie? And I had even more questions and let me tell you, none of them was answered by the movie.

The movie starts with our main character Mike (played by Josh Hutcherson), who works as a security guard in a mall, but beats the shit out of a random man because he thought he's kidnapping a kid but the kid was actually his son, then he gets fired, so a guy, supposedly his boss called Steve Raglar (played by Matthew Lillard) offers him a security guard job at an abandoned restaurant called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, but Mike rejects it, saying he cant do night, then we find out why. He has sleep problems because he dreams about the same thing over and over again, which is the memory when he witnessed his little brother, Garret being kidnapped. This memory haunts him and he's also the legal guard of his little sister, Abby. Abby is a weird kid, she has invisible friends that only she can see and she's also very antisocial in school, which worries both the teachers and Mike's & Abby's aunt that want to take full custody over Abby because she doesnt think Mike is a suitable guard for her (neither does Mike thinks he's suitable for this but yk, he doesnt want Abby to live there because they both hate their aunt). After this, Mike changes his mind about the security guard job and calls Steve. So the job starts and boy o boy, what the fuck is going on in this movie-

First of all, I was very excited when I saw that Matpat got a cameo as a waiter, I audibly gasped when I saw him on the movie screen, what makes this even funnier is that I literally told my boyfriend who sat next to me that Matpat would probably get a seizure from this movie's storyline (also something that I havent paid attention to in the theater is that his name tag says "Ness", someone on youtube pointed that out and this makes the cameo 100x more ironic, if you know, you know), I think he deserved it 100% and I was pretty sad Markiplier at the end didn't make it into the cameo because of Iron Lung.

I gotta admit, I fell into the flaw that I thought the story will be a part of the main things that happen in the game and thats why some aspects of the movie left me very very confused. For example, we found out Vanessa is the daughter of William Afton. The fans speculated that there might be some sort of relation between them after Security Breach came out, but I dont remember if anyone thought he's her father, only maybe her grandfather or something. Just so you know, in this movie, Mike and William are not related (or at least doesnt look like they are) and my boyfriend had the idea that this movie might be about Mike Schmidt, which is a very og character in the fnaf games/community, who in this story, isnt Michael Afton, this could explain why his sister is called Abby and not Elizabeth either.

Speaking of Abby, she also left me a bit confused. We found out that her imagined and invisible friends are actually the ghost children that haunt the robots and she can communicate with them through her drawings. I was left a bit dissapointed that they didn't explain how this works exactly, especially because I personally liked the aspect that the robots arent malicious and that theyre still just traumatized children who were manipulated.

Of course, nobody was suprised by the fact that William who said he was Steve, was the villain and oh boy, Matthew Lillard KILLED it as William Afton. As someone, who's childhood wasnt just FNAF but also Scooby Doo, this man is literally the face of many many childhoods, including mine. He didn't get enough screentime AT ALL, even though I dont really mind, because its nice that Afton wasnt the main focus of the story, but Matthew was so good, so talented that I wanted more and more.

Josh Hutcherson as Mike was also awesome in this role, he's relatable, he's flawed yet a very sympathetic character and you cant help but root for him.

These two were the stars of this movie, however Piper Rubio as Abby was also pleasant in my opinion, I thought her character was sweet and lovable and I hated how the guys on the front row were mocking everything she said. Elizabeth Lail as Vanessa was also.. okay? I didn't like Vanessa's presence in the movie at all, because it was very confusing, but she was pretty okay in the role. The ghost children werent that good in my opinion, the acting was very small and Garret's actor had only one face through the entire movie, he didn't have any dialouge either.

Speaking of dialouge, I didn't like it at all. It felt like someone trying to grasp and mimic how people talk to each other, some dialouges were almost ridiculous and NO, if you havent watched the movie but still read my blog post, no, the phrase "Together we're fnaf" does not appear in the movie sadly.

In conclusion, did I dislike this movie? No. Not at all.

In fact, I enjoyed this movie very much. I was a bit of than a casual fan of this game franchise since 2016 and it was a great experience to dress up with my boyfriend and watch the Five night's at Freddy's movie, because we were and are both fans of this game. The bad habit everyone fell into is that we were fixated on the "lore accuracy" and missed the fact that this is more than probably a spinoff, using lore from the books instead of the games.

It was really nice to see this movie and I dont think anyone who wasnt a fan of this game growing up will watch and/or appreciate this movie because its like Barbie but for weird kids and I think its flop among critics is just the Mario movie all over again, where the fans are praising the movie and its story to the roof but the critics just sat into a cactus or something.

Anyways, I'm curious what you guys think of the movie, let me know if you had any opinions and until next time, see ya.

[luckyasfuck]

maybe i just wanna be yours [k. bakugou]

A CAMBOY AU SERIES - PARTS 1, 2, 3, 4, [5]

pairing // katsuki x female reader

tw // cussing, smut

warnings for this part // oral (m and f recieving), hair pulling, face-fucking, exhibitionist kink, spanking, praise, dacryphilia

theme // enemies to lovers au, camboy!katsu au, college student!katsu and reader au, no quirk au

keys // y/n

words // 1.8k

a/n // IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I DONT DESERVE YALL. pt 6 at 250 likes and 20 reblogs btw!

previous part

y/n has been alone in the library for about an hour now. she didn’t notice katsuki’s absence until she had to change subjects to study, too indulged in the textbook to look up. no messages were given by katsuki about him being late and she grumbled, rolling her eyes. she writes the name of the textbook on top of the page in her notebook and the library door swings open. 

a calm katsuki walks towards her, ash blonde hair kinda messy and his black hoodie all over the place. with an eyeroll, y/n went back to writing on her notebook while handing the textbook she just used to him. “you’re la-”

“why’d you block me?”

the sentence made the girl look at him with a glare. her hand stops writing, her body stiffens and her hands start to sweat. “what the fuck are you talking about?” she avoids his strong gaze, looking back down on her notebook. katsuki fumes at this, pulling out his phone as she started to write again.

the notebook is closed harshly, a phone being slammed down on it as it displayed her account and the block message. she looked up at the fuming boy as he gripped his phone tight, gazing down at her. “none of your fucking business.” she replied, putting the cap on her ballpoint pen. about to glare at him again, a gasp erupts from her throat when he grips the collar of her shirt, pulling her towards him.

“why’d you block me?” katsuki’s breath fanned right on her lips, his eyes locked right into hers. she sends a death glare his way, grabbing his wrist and detaching it from her collar. “it was the right thing to do and you know it.” the blonde rolled his eyes as y/n dusted her shirt off, fixing her collar. “great, now it’s loose.”

heavy steps make the h/c turn her head to the sound, only to be grabbed by the shoulders and sat down harshly. katsuki towered over her, “unblock me now.” 

“i see no reason to.” stray students walked inside the library and y/n is quick to shove katsuki away from her, they chatter and sit on a table near the front. they don’t acknowledge the two students who were here before them as they laughed loudly. 

y/n sighs, mood completely ruined by the dumb blonde and class skippers. speaking of the dumb blonde, he eyes the students as well, dragging a chair and sitting down beside y/n right before she got up to return the textbook. vermillion eyes stare right into her ass before they’re torn away by her voice, “go get a fucking textbook.” 

the math section is where it all goes downhill.

hands show up either side of y/n as she’s reading through the contents of the math book. about to turn around, she stiffens when a warm, sculpted body presses up against her back. 

katsuki’s crotch brushes up against her rump, his pecs right against her back. “what the fuck are you doing?” the pressed up girl returns the textbook to its original place, trying to even out her breaths. the blonde moves back a little, a hand gripping y/n’s shoulders to turn her around. “will you stop pushing me around?! you- mhmp!” 

a pair of lips slams against hers mid-sentence, a tongue instantly prodding against her lips asking for entrance. the hands encaging her roam her body, one staying put on her hips. “don’t you ever shut the fuck up?” katsuki slurred against her lips as y/n put her hands on his chest, “says you.” 

the next thing the blonde knows, he’s pinned to a shelf. the shelf falters slightly but this doesn’t bother y/n, instead she presses herself against him while connecting their lips once again. 

now that was definitely unexpected. 

“you want it or nah?” katsuki pulls away, hands disappearing underneath her shirt. “i’m afraid you’ll be too loud.” he smirked, groping her left boob. “me? too loud?” y/n tilts her head to the side, her hand traveling downwards to squeeze the males evident bulge, making him whine out quietly. “says you.”

“i’ve watched enough of your stupid lives to know how loud you can be.” the students chatter loudly in the distance, making the both of them aware of their presence. for some reason, the librarian wasn’t here to check up on the shelves every now and then. perfect, y/n thought as she got on her knees, grazing her fingernails along the side of katsuki’s bulge. his cock twitches under her palm as he covers his mouth, breathing heavily. 

his cock was pretty. of course, she’d seen it on multiple lives, but seeing it right infront of her, his pink tip leaking and his veins throbbing. it hit different. without warning, her lips encage his cock head, licking at his the pre-cum dripping down his slit. a beautiful moan escapes from katsuki’s parted lips as he threw his head back onto the shelf filled with books. chatter and footsteps approach the both of them, growing louder by the second. 

“hey, sto-” katsuki warns, trying to push the girl away from his cock. the students walk to the section of shelves right behind them, laughing about getting a book named whatever that was. ignoring the statement, y/n pushes his cock deeper into his mouth, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue around. the weight of it felt amazing against her tongue as she slowly fit all of him in, struggling and gagging. she pulls away, a thin string of saliva connects her to his cock. 

“oh don’t stop now.” katsuki glared, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her back. “fucking suck it, so these students right behind us knows whose cock you’re choking on, yeah? it’s my cock.” for reasons unknown, the students behind them didn’t hear a thing, probably too busy being idiots. y/n only nods, continuing her job, stroking the places she can’t reach. “poor girl, you need help?” 

a harsh grip on her hair and she gags audibly again, hoping the idiots behind katsuki didn’t hear it. slowly, he started fucking himself with her mouth, admiring the way she looked up at him, saliva drooling down her jaw and onto the floor. the tip of his cock hits the back of his throat and he groans. “did you hear that?” a slightly muffled voice asks and the laughter and noise ceases. y/n and katsuki’s hearts drop, but she can’t stop now, could she?

with a faster pace, she starts sucking again, looking up at katsuki with a smirk. “we should go check.” they hear and y/n’s heart pace picks up, licking at the prominent vein of the blonde’s cock. “fucking filthy exhibitionist.” he mouths as the group of students start to investigate. right about to catch the dirty doings of the duo, they’re called by the remnants of their friend group to go get food. “too bad,” he threw his head back, hard footsteps and chatter slowly disappearing in the distance until the library door finally closes, leaving the room silent. “they didn’t see me fill your throat with cum.” he says, finally shooting his load into your mouth. 

the library consists now of katsuki’s moans and y/n audibly gagging here and there. “your turn.” the next thing she knew, she was bent over the desk they were studying at. “we were supposed to study, weren’t we? okay.” he let out a deep chuckle, opening the textbook she used to study. “page 357, what is knowledge?” the cold breeze of the air-conditioned library made her shiver as he hoisted her skirt up, groping her ass and thumbing her clit. “i... i haven’t gotten to that page ye-”

spank.

“ow, fuck!” the slap stung, and katsuki chuckled, kneading her ass cheek with the same hand he used to spank it. a thumb grazing the wet patch in her panties. “page 17, what is psychology?” y/n gulps, legs quivering. “scientific study of... of mental process and behavior...” the tension is thick when he doesn’t speak, she tries to look back at him to see what he’s doing only to be cut off by a moan when one of his fingers dig inside her, slowly moving in and out. “the more correct answers you give, the faster i go. the more wrong answers you give, the slower i go. understood?”

“u-understood.”

“page 137, when was behaviorism introduced?” fuck, y/n didn’t like numbers. katsuki stops moving his fingers and she whines, trying to pry her brain for the answer. “1913...?” a sigh leaves her lips when he starts moving again, a little faster now. “good girl.” this went on for ten more questions, her ass stinging, legs giving up, and tears rolling down onto the table. she had already cum twice, mind becoming hazier and hazier with each question. “that’s it baby, one more question. page 270, which theory of abnormal behavior stresses the importance of current experiences and the persons view of themselves?”

y/n felt his cock prodding at her entrance and she whines, thrusting back to try and get it inside of her. katsuki puts the book down, gripping her hips and pinning her wrists above her head. “nope, answer the question first.” he teases, rubbing her slit up and down with his cock. “existential theories.” she answered proudly, a small oh, yes leaving her lips when he slowly bottoms out inside of her. “good girl, you like being fucked out here? when anyone can walk in and see you?” 

the size of his cock was amazing, it felt amazing. the females eyes lull shut, gripping down at the table with her fingers as katsuki picked up his pace, heavy balls slapping her clit with each thrust. y/n can only nod, face contorting in pleasure as skin slapping, her whines and his grunts bounced off the four walls of the library. “good girl.” he says for the millionth time, bending over to give her shoulder blade a kiss. “fuck! g-gonna cum again!” she warns, legs shaking and sobs leaving her lips. 

“so pretty when you cry,” katsuki whines out, thrusts growing sloppier and faster. “so. fucking. p-pretty.” a loud moan escapes both of their lips and his hips stutter, shooting his load inside her. he thrusts a few more times, prolonging their orgasm. soon, he pulls out and they’re both panting. with a swift movement, he spanks her ass one last time before pulling her panties up, keeping his cum inside. 

y/n is still fucked out, drool and tears all over her face as she got up from the table. katsuki grabs a chair and moves it to her, slowly sitting her down. “you hurt anywhere?” he tried to act cool while snatching her phone, offering her his jug. “fuck off, i see you taking my phone. unblock yourself if you want, i don’t plan on watching your stupid lives anyway.” she choked out, wiping the thin layer of sweat on her forehead. katsuki rolls his eyes at this, unblocking himself and unfollowing all the other camboys you had. 

“we’ll see about that, pretty face.”

next part [ not yet available! ]

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[machinegunbun]

Did we ever get the freaky colson fic? Asking for a friend

Yenno what? I’ve been practically starving yall so i think you earned it. Ask (for a friend) and you shall receive. Buckle up kiddos, this ones a doozy.

TW?: Like? everything. everything is a problem here lmao. Just weird. H/A stands for haunted attraction, i had one in mind but it felt disrespectful to mention.

I present to you... The Freaky Fic ™

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You knew this interviewer had a history of asking personal questions, which meant when you came on you were completely expecting to be asked something or other in regards to you and Colsons sex life, but asking about the freakiest sex you’ve ever had still felt a little forward. You weren’t thirty minutes into what would be an hour-and-forty-three-minute podcast and he was already pulling out what you originally thought to the big guns. Your eyes met Colsons as you silently tried to decide whether or not you should avoid the question.

“I already know what it would be, I'm just not sure we should say.”

“It’s that bad?” The interviewer asks

“Well, it’s more that everyone is gonna say its white people shit. Cause it is.” You took a moment to think about the statement “It wasn’t incest though! Obviously. Just a little weird.”

“What was it?” Colson asked, mind reeling through your personal kama sutra for anything that would stand out as the freakiest. Colson and you were definitely not vanilla, but that was the problem, wasn’t it? When you’ve done so much weird stuff, it’s hard to rank which would be the weirdest.

“The [H/a].” You say, watching as a flash of recognition falls over his face

“Seriously? That’s the worst thing you could think of? Cause I can think of, like, five worse than that, just off the top of my head.”

 “I mean, it’s definitely not the freakiest, but it’s a good story without it being super embarrassing or personal.” Colson nods in agreement, mumbling a small “Right”

“Yeah, go ahead. You can tell it.” He says, turning to face you in his spinny chair.

“Okay, so, I’m very superstitious and, like, paranoid right? I mean, I literally will not sleep in a room that has a mirror facing me. It doesn’t even have to be facing me, it could be facing the wall opposite me, but it has to be covered. I don’t even really trust it when it’s covered, honestly, I prefer it to be face down to the floor. Because mirrors are supposed to be portals to the after life, or whatever, and I remember hearing that if one is facing you while you sleep it’s easier for ghosts to manipulate you. It’s not that I necessarily believe that, or that I think if I slept with a mirror facing me that I’d die or something, but that I respect it. However, I think when places are advertised as haunted they usually aren’t. I mean you see these youtubers go to these places and film all these videos and it’s just- That’s not how hauntings usually are. Ghosts have an ability, to an extent, to manipulate your emotion. Have you ever heard of someone suddenly being overwhelmed by an emotion because they believe a loved one is near? It’s more like that, it’s very spiritual. Being haunted, coming from someone who ghosts seem to love, is nine times out of ten nothing like what Hollywood portrays it to be. It’s not to say that I think every one of these youtubers is lying, I think some of them definitely are, or that they were scared and when you’re scared it’s easy to blow little noises out of the water, but mostly I think it has to do with the places themself.”

Your story was cut off by the interviewer asking a question, 

“Hold on, you aren’t about to make a joke about freaky also meaning spooky, right?”  The interviewer asks

“I mean, you could totally make that joke, but it’s definitely a little kinky. I’m just giving some background.”

“Okay, continue.”

“Where was I? Oh, yes. I think when you go somewhere that is advertised as haunted they are selling you an experience. If you went to the [H/a] and nothing happened, some people would be disappointed by that and would want their money back, right?”

“Absolutely.”

“I think some of these places have audio recordings and mechanised doors, things that they can use to manipulate every room and give you a good scare. This is all theory, by the way, so don’t sue us.”

“You really think it's more plausible that they have a whole control room to scare people and that none of the workers have ever squealed than believe that these places are just… haunted?” The interviewer asked

“I don’t know. Maybe, if they only allowed people with a certain seniority and made them sign an NDA? And if the ones who control it get to give their coworkers a little scare so they come online and say they’ve had their own experiences? Yeah, I think it makes sense, and it's making them money, so why would they stop?”

“Okay, I guess.” He nodded along, entertaining the idea

“But, I also believe that if you talk to ghosts or call on them they will show up, so it’s kinda” you made a scale motion with your hands before continuing.

“Anyway, I went on board with this in mind. We were in our room, cuddled up on the bed and-” you took a moment to recall that night “I don’t remember if we were waiting for something to happen, or if it already had and we were waiting for something else. Anyway, we must’ve gotten bored, because we started making out.”

The crappy old hotel sheets shifted under you as your lips met Colsons, his warm hand reaching over to rest on your lower back. The kiss quickly became heated, your mouths smashing into one another, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip while his hand pulled you closer, your own reaching down to rub his growing bulge.

A short, fast knock came from the wall, breaking both the kiss and the silence.

“Oh, do you like that?” You ask, continuing to massage him through his loose sweatpants. Colson originally thought you had been referring to him, but quickly caught onto the fact that you were addressing the ‘ghost’. 

“Hm, what about this?” You continued, kissing your way down his body, pulling his pants down when you got to them and sliding his tip between your lips. A barely audible creak erupted from the room beside you, the bathroom sink had turned on, a small stream of water pouring aimlessly down into the sink. 

“Does that make you wet?” You ask, sucking one of his balls into your mouth as you stroke him. Colson found the whole act to be a bit odd, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself, so he let you continue. As fucked up as it was, the idea of a third party watching as the two of you were doing your thing was really getting you going. It wouldn’t have been a big deal to some, other than the fact that the supposed third party was a ghost.

“Do you like watching us fuck?” You slid your mouth down the length of his prick, hollowing out your cheeks before coming back up to continue “Tell me what you want me to do to him next.” You offer up, glancing up at Colson who looked equal parts freaked out and turned on.

“You’re crazy. God that’s hot.” He said, throwing his head back while you let out a small laugh. A book slides from the coffee table across the room, falling to the floor and landing on its spine, flipping open to a random page. You weren’t entirely sure what that implied, but the only thing that came to mind was him fucking you on that table. You took a moment to ponder it before deciding if you tried it would break and that you didn’t wanna bother paying the place for a new one.

You began kissing your way back up his body instead, admiring his tattoos as you go. Your lips landed back on his, reaching down to slide the tip of his prick through your folds, gathering your arousal. Stopping the kiss for a moment, you opened your mouth to take a breath. Colson took this opportunity to spit in your mouth, connecting your lips again soon after.

“Think the ghost liked that?” He said, reaching down to grab his hard dick from your hand, teasing your hole. You shrugged, leaning back into the kiss, moving your hips along with his movements. 

After a minute or two of teasing, you swore you felt the bed begin to shake. It started off slow and small, almost as if Colson was shaking under you and it was transferring to the bed, before slowly building to a much more noticeable rumble.

“Oh, I think it wants us to shake the bed.” You say, a smirk playing on your lips, a gasp falling past them as you felt colson slip inside you. You happily obliged, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. You didn’t realise how badly you needed this, you couldn’t help the moans slipping past your lips as you fucked each other as hard as you could manage, trying your best to make sure the bed shook. You were looking down at Colson when suddenly his face disappeared, replaced by impenetrable darkness.

“What the fuck.” The interviewer mentioned, more amused than judgemental “I can't believe you’re telling me this. I can’t believe this isn’t the freakiest shit you’ve ever done.”

“Well, the ghost thing was kind of a joke. I mean, it happened, but it was more about the fact that someone was obviously watching us, or the concept of that.”

“Right, right. You guys like an audience, I see.”

“While it was dark though, I swear I felt a hand slide up the side of my thigh, I know it wasn’t Colsons cause I could-” You cut yourself off “I’m not gonna say how, but I felt both of his hands on me.” 

“Oh shit, forreal? You never told me that part.” Colson said, you gave a small nod in his direction before continuing.

 “But then the lights came back on.”

The lights had only been off for about a minute, small sounds of things moving barely audible over the sounds you two had been making, Colson flipping you over in the dark, pounding away at your hips. When they flicked back on, the room was messy, your eyes scanned the room, falling on the complimentary ouija that sat on the table first. It had fallen out of its box, the lid on the floor next to it. Next, you realized the closet had slid open, it had one of those bendy doors that made it so when you slid it open it bent out towards you, they were called bifold closet doors, if you remembered correctly. 

It was slid halfway open to reveal the empty closet behind it, the only thing adorning the shelf being a couple lone close hangers. As you watched, one looked as if it were smacked off and fell to the floor.

“It wasn’t hot anymore at that point. I didn’t see anything, I think it was my paranoia-- remember when you were a little kid laying in bed and you were like, there is a person crouching beside my bed right now and if I look over the edge at them they will have no more incentive not to kill me?” A silent understanding “It was like that, I don't know how but I know what they look like and I was fully convinced that person was crouching next to us on the bed and if I looked over there I would see him. Because the bed was on the wall, and it’s a big bed, a queen I believe, and colson and I are laying with our head at the foot of it, there was plenty of room to the side of us cause we weren’t exactly in the middle. “Wait, you said that you believed the hauntings were mechanical, so do you think this was a ghost, or a worker?”

“I think it may have been the lady at the front desk, because when we came out she asked us if we were having a good day. I don't know. I don’t think I’ve ever been turned off so fast, I mean at first the idea of a ghost or a worker watching us have sex was hot, but the thought of that… thing being there with us-- That wasn’t hot. We just, kinda, silently put our clothes on and walked out to the lobby. We went back later and got our stuff and checked out early. All I know is it was a dumb fucking idea.”

The day after the interview was released twitter was filled with variations of “If Mgk and his girlfriend wanted an audience they could’ve just asked me.” 

Guess you should’ve expected that one.

[settersloveletters]

NO. 1 FAN

• part sixteen; just endurance training

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⤷ y/n will always go out of her way for her family, especially for her 7 year old niece, who happens to be kageyama tobio’s number one fan. what happens when the charming sweetheart, y/n, meets the emotionally null, kageyama tobio? and what happens when those two fall in love at first sight?

a/n: its here.. ENDING is ambiguous. ill leave it up to those big imaginations yall have 🧠 hahaha. IDK IF THIS IS TOO OOC. whatever ill justify it by saying “adult kags is mature and horny and knows what hes dooing hahsjej. also likes to dirty talk im sure of it 🤗🤩😋

[!] under is written smut which is not important to the story, sorta, kinda [!]

➳ word count: 1.5k

➳ warnings: smut, but nothing too crazy; hand job, praise kink (kageyama recieving), cum eating?! is there a proper word for that lool

Wow, he’s really hot. Not that that’s new news, but here he is, in your small living room, freshly showered with damp hair in the comfiest loungewear. After all the commotion -- trying to fix the car only to decide on letting him sleepover, setting up a comfortable sleeping place for him, and of course, not trying to embarrass yourself on countless occasions -- you two now rest.

“Hey, wanna watch something?” you suggest as the two of you sit on the couch, a TV perched on the cabinet across from you. Even though you two sit at least three feet apart, you feel his body heat emanating and he hears your heart beating a mile a minute. It’s weird, you two are usually so normal and casual, able to converse and talk, but why is it so different right now.

“Sure, you can choose.”

“Romcom? Oh, or maybe this documentary. Wait no, I actually like this movie,” indecisively you scroll through the library of movies. “That one,” Kageyama says in such an alluring tone that has your finger slipping, the chosen movie is now beginning.

Minutes in, it might be your mind playing games, but the distance between you has become smaller and smaller, and before you know it your hips are touching. You feel every rise of his chest when he breathes and he feels every time you jump or squirm against him. And to be honest, the movie is getting deathly boring when your eyes would much rather feast upon the man beside you, his toned arms and big hands. You’re almost so tempted to touch them, compare them to your own, interlock both your fingers.

“Are you even watching the movie?” Kageyama scoffs, and when you get a better look at his face, you see the small rosy tinge that covers his cheeks. “Yes, I am. Are you?” leaning into him even further, your body acts before your mind can think. You give him a peck on his cheek. It’s not like you two have never kissed before, but this feels new, fresh, exhilarating.

“I am, for your information. Unlike you, staring at me like you’re the predator and I’m the prey,” he looks you dead in the eyes, deep blue engulfing you. He’s letting you know the nature of the relationship; he is no prey.

Gently grabbing the back of your neck, Kageyama pulls you into a kiss, lips touching and sending pleasurable jolts across your body. The distant movie playing has drowned out in the background as your heavy breathing and heartbeats fill the room. You even let out the tiniest of whimpers that shoot straight down to his cock. His other hand begins to wander, until it settles around the small of your waist, pulling you up onto his lap.

You two spend an eternity, his touch constantly rubbing along your body, your fingers twirling around his hair, and your lips and tongues dancing with each other. With your legs straddling his, you don’t shy away from giving an experimental grind against his clothed erection.

“Hm,” his moan is muffled in your interlocked lips. You pull off, looking him in his eyes, all clouded and gasping for air. There’s something tantalizing about the thought of being the one to seduce Japan’s top young athlete. Seeing the young star in front of you, lips red and swollen from all the kissing and almost begging to be touched. It has you quivering at the knees. This is Kageyama Tobio..

“Ha, I didn’t think you’d.. Baby, let’s take it slow, yeah?” you tell him, slipping the cute pet name in which has him pulling you in closer to him.

“Of course. To be honest, I don’t know how much of you I can handle at once,” he looks down at you, jabbing at your usual boldness and forwardness. You can tell he’s nervous. “I should be saying that to you,” you sigh, hands grabbing onto the formed tent in his sweatpants that has you too excited. He’s big.

“So, why don’t we just touch today,” you give him a reassuring smile, giving his cock another squeeze that has him moaning aloud again. Kageyama just simply looks at you and gives a nod in response. He’s embarrassed at his own voice, but to you, it sounds like heaven. You don’t hesitate in lowering the waistband of his pants and boxers, letting the heat of his cock expose itself. Looking at it has you biting your lower lip and shifting in his lap. You wrap your hands around his girth, feeling heavy in your hands as the thick veins tickle the pads of your fingers. You stroke his shaft, listening to the way he audibly gasps and groans under your ministrations. Your fingertip rubs along the head, picking up the drop of precum, allowing you to give him a more satisfying jerk.

“Do that, that felt good,” he breaths out. You pick up the repetitive motions as you feel the surface of his cock heating up, and the unsuppressed sounds spilling from his mouth. The sweet clicks of your strokes has you desperate for more, desperate to pleasure him more. Boldly, you spit onto the head of cock, slicking him up and quickening the pace. Kageyama lets out a needy noise that has your insides trembling and panties uncomfortably wet.

He likes the attention, you know it. He loves being able to openly receive this love from you, no matter how foreign or new it is to him. This thrill Kageyama feels has him aching for more. His hands grasp onto the legs that sit on his lap, squeezing the soft exposed flesh of your skin. His mind goes wild imagining what lies beneath those tight shorts you purposely wore to seduce him, what you’d look like all exposed just for him. He’s not usually this dirty minded, but you’ve always managed to pull out the craziest things from him.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” you ask with your innocent and calming voice, totally contrasting the lewd hands that continue to rub at his cock.

“I’m thinking about a lot of things..”

“Like what my panties look like?”

You will be the death of him, he swears. Before he can even respond or react, you’re already removing your shorts, showing him the delicate black fabric underneath that leaves oh so little to the imagination. Kageyama is brazen and confident on the court, but in the intimacy of right now, you have to be in control of the game. Straddling him again, you continue where you left off, bringing him closer to his release with your hand, kissing along his jaw and neck. “I won’t leave marks, don’t worry.”

“I don’t mind,” he manages to say through his pants. Without hesitation, you leave the tiniest mark on the side of his neck. The thought of tainting his perfect skin has you moaning against him, only egging him further to completion. His cock twitches in your hands, which has you stroking him faster.

“C’mon baby, you can cum anytime. You’ve been so good to me,” praising him, Kageyama looks directly into your eyes, face gone red, eyes hooded with uncontrollable lust as he groans aloud at your words. He likes it. “You’re so hot, baby. Cock’s so hard just for me,” his breathing gets heavier. “Gonna cum soon? Do it. Be good and cum all o-” He suddenly grabs both your wrists in his hand, stopping you from doing or saying anything else.

“Get on your fucking knees.”

You weren’t expecting that at all, which has you smirking and doing exactly what he says. Getting off his lap, you settle on the ground in front of him. You watch Kageyama intently as he stands right in front of you, cock in his dominant hand. He rubs himself, shallow jerks near the head of his big cock, with his other hand resting itself at the back of your head.

“I’m about to.. Can I?” his gasps get louder as he reaches the brink of climax. You stick your tongue out, a nice distance away from him, willing to accept all the love he has to offer. You admire the way his cock stills, and with a moan that has you throbbing, spurts of his cum land in your mouth. White ropes paint your tongue and face as Kageyama looks down at you, gasping for breath. You swallow his seed, all while never breaking your eye contact.

The movie has been long done, leaving you two alone in the now quiet room. Your thighs rub together, still in need for his touch even though he looks utterly exhausted. “You wanna sleep now, baby?” you simply say as he pulls his pants up, adjusting his now softening cock. Kageyama grabs a small cloth from his bag and begins wiping your face clean.

“No,” he discards the cloth and picks you up bridal style, walking you two to your bedroom. “It’s not that late. And, I still think I have a lot to learn..”

“Don’t you have practice tomorrow morning?”

“This is just endurance training.”

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[pixie-cocaine]

ATEEZ Reaction To: San and his S.O. being sexually active

I really liked your jongho one so I was wondering if you could do ateez’s reaction to you and san being sexually active?? or something similar to that?? thank you in advance!!

Songs Listened To: Shoulda Pulled Up - SIIMBA SELASSIIE, Special Affair - The Internet, Girls Need Love - Summer Walker, Desire - Meg Myers, Cash Shit - Megan Thee Stallion, Kitten - Kash Doll, Savage - Megan Thee Stallion, Thirsty - Taemin, Fine - GOT7, Movie Star - CIX, mentiras - Alaina Castillo, REVEAL - The Boyz, Get It - The Boyz, Wait a Minute! - WILLOW

                 (This is really really explicit so read at your own caution!!)

Hongjoong ♡:

• was straight vibing while cooking dinner when you stumbled into the kitchen

• bruh you were walking around like Bambi dadhsuadhbau

• damn noodle legs up in here

• he looked so scared when he saw you wobbling while trying to open the cabinet lmao can you imagine

• “Woah, are you ok, ______?”

• “Yeah, yeah. Peachy,” you gave him a very pained smile and resumed raiding the kitchen

• “What are you looking for?”

• would come up from behind you and put a hand on your hip absentmindedly when you hissed and backed away from him 

• hella geeked out

• “Damn, what happened?”

• you’d laugh, raising an eyebrow 

• “You sure you wanna know?”

• he’d nod

• You’d lift up your shirt enough to show the blooming red bruises on your hips 

• “San was a bit rough. I was looking for some ziplock bags so I can put ice in them to ease the soreness”

• his eyebrows would shoot up to his hairline lmaoo

• nonetheless, he’d still toss them your way and fight to not choke on his own spit as you thanked him with an added wink and went back to your room

• literally can never look at you without thinking of that suggestive smile you gave him

Seonghwa ♡:

• he drinks to forget

• forget what you ask?

• Oh, you know, just the fact that he walked in on you and San going at it like rabbits

• all Hwa wanted to do was grab his charger lmao

• but no, he has to live with the knowledge that you have a nipple piercing and shake when you orgasm

• in his defense, he did knock a couple times, but when you guys didn’t answer because you were so distracted he just said fuck it and opened the door. If only he knew that he’d get a perfect view from the side of you riding San, tongue pressed against your upper lip and two fingers sucked into his mouth.

• he could’ve died right then and there when your eyes flicked up to meet his, a surprised grin spreading across your swollen lips as you leaned back to find purchase on one of San’s raised knees

• “Uh-oh, look who decided to show up,” you rasped

• San chuckled around your fingers when he saw Hwa’s face, frozen in an expression of what looked to be distress, before pulling them out with an audible pop and letting his head fall back into the mattress with a groan

• “Either take a seat or get out.”

• Hwa couldn't have slammed the door so fast I’m gONE

• head goes so far into the gutter every time he hears your voice that it’s sad

Yunho ♡:

• Aw man, poor Yunho lmao

• he really didn’t deserve to have his ears exposed to such sin

• he was eating popcorn, binge-watching horror films when his phone began to ring beside him

• he picked it up, held it to his ear, and just as he was about to ask what San wanted, he heard something he really wasn’t ready for

• “Baby cumming! Oh一fuck一Oh my god,” your moans began to reach high pitches as you sobbed out warnings of your approaching orgasm, the lewd sound of skin-on-skin in the background as San’s frequent pants and gasps rung through the receiver.

• Yunho froze, he wanted to end the call, realizing it definitely was an accident, but his fingers began to clam up and all of his joints snapped on lock

• he didn’t mean to get a hard-on, he swears

• he just looked down and there it was, poking at the front of his sweats

• “Cum with me, baby,” Yunho could hear San whimper, “wanna feel you clench around my cock when I fill you up.”

• after a couple seconds of just sitting there with his mouth gaping open, he finally found the courage to end the call and set his face in his hands

• the next time he saw you, you were so casual

• he swears he saw you smirk at him as you left though

Yeosang ♡:

• Yeosang usually enjoyed staying up a bit late listening to music and doing fuck else, and this time was no different

• was tweaking his drones when the thumping started

• it came from behind him, vibrating from the wall he sat against

• it sounded like... the bang of a headboard against a wall

• Yeosang wasn’t stupid

• he knew that both you and San were the room next to him

• he was suddenly so tired lmao

• all the energy and drive to live just drained out of him at the rackus of yall’s fuckin

• said “Alrighty then” before putting on his headphones, blasting the music, and trying to fall asleep

• would stare at the ceiling until he passed out

• never mentioned it to you but would always purse his lips whenever you and San had sex and try not to throw his phone at the wall and scream at you guys to shut up

San ♡:

• very grateful that you give him kitty when he needs it nfaiibvibasuv

Mingi ♡:

• always watches movies with you because you’re the only one who humors his little comments throughout the film

• he often likes to critique while watching, and he enjoys when you add on to it and begin to make inside jokes with him

• everyone else tells him to shut up ;(

• you’d be in the middle of a shitty old ripoff of Ratatoullie, legs flung over Mingi’s lap and back against the couch, when he started trying to tickle your feet and you moved your foot back instinctively

• it spread your thighs and gave Mingi a perfect view of the smooth inner flesh

• he laughed and looked down at you, but in his periferal, he saw something on your thigh

• “Holy... is that a bite mark, ____?”

• his hand unconciously went to poke at the angry red mark, the undeniable tracing of teeth mars near the crotch of where your shorts sat on your bottom half

• you flinched when he made contact, slamming your legs shut and smacking his arm as you sat up

• “You don’t touch something that looks like it hurts without permission”

• your words held no venom, so he allowed a smile, still staring at your legs

• “Maybe, but what happened?”

• “San happened.”

• was all you said, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl and heading to the kitchen

• “I’m going to get more snacks!”

• he really said :O

• but nah, he had an idea that you would have your fun with San. He had his suspisions whenever you pulled San into the bathroom and took forever for “a couple shower with my lovely boyfriend San”

Wooyoung ♡:

• he always knew

• he’s literally just as much of a slut, he’s no stranger to  the telltale signs of glassy eyes and a scratchy voice

• so when you come into the kitchen for a glass of water and already see Woo leaning against the counter, holding a box of Cheez-Itz and munching on two of the crackers, he notices the way your words come out in a rasp as you say “Hi” and wave

• he chuckles, watching you press a tall glass against the water dispenser and look at him with a confused frown

• Woo leans in to your face, which makes you, in turn, take a step back

• “Look at me, ____,” he demands

• you do

• all of a sudden, he’s gripping your jaw and turning your face at different angles with a lop-sided grin

• “Say my name”

• “Wooyoung...?” it comes out as more of a question than a statement of his name

• “Damn,” he laughs and finally lets go of you

• “San gave it to you good, huh? Tell him he did a good job”

• you looked so done with his ass lmao

• flipped him off as you turned the corner

Jongho ♡:

• babie babie alert!!!

• woke up early one morning

• and usually, when he wakes up, if he’s not rushing to do anything, he takes showers

• was making his way to the bathroom when he stopped at the sound of the shower running

• knocked like the absolute sweetheart he is omfgwhatanangel

• “Who’s in there!?”

• waits a beat, then gets his answer

• “S-sa-nn一fuck一and ____!”

• his heart skips a beat at the way your voice sounds choked off, strained as you struggle to, what it seems like, not cry out

• “Oh... okay!”

• is really not about to say anything, too shy even if he wanted to

• when you come out and see him sitting on the couch in the living room, you wave at him, smiling to yourself when he flushes red and nods in acknowledgment. 

[miekasa]

💉 in the case of erwintholomew, our most esteemed blonde dad

before the pandemic, they barely interacted. erwin was levi’s friend after all. although the rest of the gang had bonded with oc, erwin was less visible. he was polite of course, charming even! in uni days (erwin works in corporate now, so his major is business/econ/accounting whatever yall want!), every single history and literature professor fell in love with erwin. as did the barista at the school cafe, the friday night guard, the park street sweepers, and every member of the tai chi ladies club who practiced during weekends at the park where he made his morning run. he always greeted them and yelled “great form, keep it up, ladies!” when he passed by.

of course he tried to turn up the charm on oc (old habit). but. but. oc was just. unaffected. she treated him no differently from the others in his friend group. no swooning or giggling or bashful smiles. she didn’t even blush when he tried his smoulder while offering her some of his enhanced fruit smoothie (enhanced with spinach and kale). she laughed and declined, opting instead for a berry smoothie that she loaded with full-fat yogurt and honey. he was aghast. and levi said oc was a doctor? (levi might have been laughing silently in the background. hange was full-on cackling while moblit was trying to shush them.) he didn’t dwell on it much, it’s not like they saw each other a lot. but then the pandemic struck. being confined to one living complex meant he was lucky to see his friends still. they were at levi’s, watching a movie, when it happens.

oc walks through the door and hange yells “hiiiiii!” she waves at them tiredly. and starts stripping. at the door. in front of everyone. erwin’s blood pressure spikes. his face goes red. he’s staring with his mouth half open, thick brows knitted together. levi snaps his fingers to shake him out of it. moblit is tapping his shoulder more forcefully by the minute while hange has begun asking oc about her day. they’re talking amiably as if oc wasn’t by the door, in her underwear, spraying her things down with alcohol. she catches erwin’s staring and laughs out loud. by this time, moblit has hidden behind the couch and levi has buried his head in his hands from secondhand embarrassment. oc asks him if he’s never seen people in bikinis. “it not as if a bra and undies covers anything less!”. (erwin will later be relieved that she understood him and did not pin him for a creep). hange says erwin just doesn’t function like a regular human. he’s more of an intergalactic species with elements of dad-ness to him.

hange: he’s kind of like a DILF but also a dad!

moblit audibly groans in embarrassment. oc giggles and walks to the bathroom to shower like nothing happened. levi and hange both give erwin a slap, and that pulls him out of it.

levi: you’re redder than a hot cheeto, your elderly highness

erwin: what’s a DILF?

a few headcanons of their relationship:

he still gets flustered seeing oc strip down after work. he fainted once when hange began talking about oc’s bra and the little birds embroidered on her underwear (on her butt). oc sighs and just tells levi to elevate erwin’s legs and let him smell something pungent. moblit has a picture of him passed out. it’s printed and framed on hange’s shelf.

he almost popped a blood vessel when oc once asked him what was the difference between debit and debt and dividends.

oc: i’m a science nerd, erwin, i don’t know jack shit about business jargon!

erwin: these are accounting terms! they’re totally different!

oc: to-ma-to, to-mah-to?

erwin just really has to ask. really. because he’s erwin. “

erwin: do you ever think of a different line of work? i mean, it is a very scary virus and a pandemic

oc: erwin, i went through a decade of academia for this. still going through it. and i need to pay rent and put food on the table!

levi is rolling his eyes in the background because this little shit said that with her whole chest while she was literally living off peanut butter.

erwin is also stressed with oc’s eating habits with particular attention to nutrients and calorie count. he tried giving oc an organic diet plan, but oc sat him down and debunked every single thing about trendy diets. she also bugs him stop dieting. “diets are not foolproof! erwin, you are 250 lbs of healthy muscle! one burrito won’t hurt!”

they once had a romcom movie night. it was cheesy and fun and perfect for unwinding. until the sex scene happens.

oc: why do men just stick it in? where is the foreplay?

hange: mhmm the male gaze has ruined men, amazing how men ruin themselves

erwin, turning red: do people really talk about detailed sex so casually? i mean we’re in public?

levi: yes, erwin, grow up

moblit, whispering: it wasn’t even detailed, erwin, please

he does go to oc when he pulls a muscle or strains something. she tut-tuts while wrapping up a joint or icing and stretching his sore muscles and tells him to take it easy on the workouts. he’s also started sending fitness health articles to oc, and oc patiently confirms or debunks each one with sound medical and scientific basis.

he lets oc use his gym. she works out in a sports bra and cycling shorts because she says it means less laundry for her. oc usually just runs (speedwalks actually, and jesus, erwin is itching to turn up the speed) on his treadmill for 20 minutes. then she cycles for another 20 minutes and calls it a day. he tried to take on the role of her trainer and gave her a workout regimen. oc makes it to five sit-ups, ten burpees, and a single 1-minute plank before she falls flat, gasping like a fish out of water, and gives up. she’s flat out on his gym floor, but she tells erwin she appreciates him. erwin had to give her a piggy-back ride back to her apartment though.

levi:you died after five sit ups?

oc: shut uP, LEVI

whenever she uses his gym, she leaves him food. a slice of cake, donburi from the japanese place, a salad bowl, fajitas, some mochi, a parfait. not once has her gift of food been a part of his diet plan, but he eats them heartily. he hides when he eats the desserts, even if he’s roomie-free. he just feels like he’s cheating too much.

he never quite gets used to oc. she’s nice and wonderful, but she still manages to surprise him. a lot. to others, it may seem like oc enjoys pulling his leg (to hange’s endless delight), but in reality, she’s just trying to help him navigate and acclimatize to the ever-changing modern society and social norms. levi notices, of course, and it only makes him fall so much harder 😌

it’s fun to clown erwin within reason, really vibing with the modern au erwin on here 😌 but yeah, this is how i picture their interactions and dynamics 😭

THIS IS PERFECT OMFG BYE!! I love, love, love the idea of just... slightly socially aloof, but very professionally proficient Erwin trying to make friends with Levi's.... well not his s/o but his very obvious crush at least LMAOOO. I love it, I really, truly do anon, you continue to deliver 😌😌

OC: Erwin, I went through a decade of academia for this. Still going through it. And I need to pay rent and put food on the table!

Levi is rolling his eyes in the background because this little shit said that with her whole chest while she was literally living off peanut butter.

HELP LEVI IN THE BACKGROUND BECAUSE HE WOULD 😭😭 LITERALLY LIVING OFF OF PEANUT BUTTER BYEEE the amount of unconscious lies Levi could expose oc for... I get the feeling he's /this/ close to strapping her to the dining room chair and spoon feeding her himself

Levi: you’re redder than a hot cheeto, your elderly highness

Erwin: what’s a DILF?

HELP THIS IS MY FAVORITE EXCHANGE LMAOO. Levi clowning Erwin, Erwin being too confused too even respond to Levi's jab; he's still processing being called a DILF, and I just know that Levi isn't gonna be the one to explain it, but god forbid Hange does lmfaooo

OC makes it to five sit-ups, ten burpees, and a single 1-minute plank before she falls flat, gasping like a fish out of water, and gives up. she’s flat out on his gym floor, but she tells erwin she appreciates him. erwin had to give her a piggy-back ride back to her apartment though.

Levi: you died after five sit ups?

OC: shut uP, LEVI

Okay first of all, relatable, bye... something about the atmosphere of any gym, even if it were privately owned by a blonde businessman, makes it impossible for me to actually work out 😭😭 The fact that Erwin piggy-backed her back to her apartment is so cute please, I know they never quite get used to each other, but the friendship they have going on right now is so damn cute in an unconventional way, I adore it. Definitely an unexpected pair of friends and they don't... /quite/ work, but they also do. Incredible

Also not Levi coming for her, listen, not all of us are built like you, also you know damn well she's been living off of peanut butter sandwiches, OF COURSE she was gonna die after a few sit ups 🙄🙄 if you wanna help her improve, then start cheffing it up smh

[another-emotional-wreck]

My Only Sunshine-- chapter 2

Warnings: Language

Word count: 3k

Authors note: Sorry this one took so long yall, I'll try to have the next chapter out a little sooner. This past week was a lot and I wanted to make sure this chapter was done right. Thanks so much to everyone who's reading it and invested in the story. Yall mean so much to me <33 (If there's ever any confusion, don't be afraid to ask about it! ((and I promise you'll see Peter soon))

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“Jean?” Ororo rapped on the door with her knuckles while her head poked through the doorway.

A girl with hair like fire was adjusting her clothing and didn’t bother to turn from the mirror. “Yes?”

“Are you busy?

“I was actually about to go and meet up with Scott.” Jean turned to face Ororo. “Why, what’s the matter?”

In response, I was reluctantly dragged from the hallway into Jean’s room and gave an awkward wave in return. “Hi.”

“Hello,” Jean responded. Her facial expression didn’t change.

Ororo looked expectantly between the two of us before the uncomfortable silence became unbearable. “Alright since the both of you obviously can’t interact as normal human people do, I’ll help out a little.”

“Nyah,” Ororo turned to me dramatically. “Would you be alright with Jean helping you out?”

Jean interjected. “I don’t mind helping out, but I would like to know exactly what I’m helping with.” Jean turned to me. “Last time I went along with something I ended up in detention with you and Peter for a month.”

Ororo chuckled at the memory. “The Professor smelled like potatoes for a week.” while I stood there clueless, but a death glare from Jean wiped the smile from the silver-haired girl in a heartbeat.

“Right,” she cleared her throat. “Well, Nyah’s a little confused on what her mutation is, exactly. I, ever the genius, came up with the idea of doing what the Professor usually does and replicating the emotions she was feeling when her mutation arose.”

Jean stared at Ororo for a moment before sighing heavily and pinching the bridge of her nose. “And did it ever occur to you that maybe there’s a reason why only the Professor uses that method?”

“... okay, yes, but--”

“Jeez, Ororo!” Jean exclaimed.

“Please!” She pleaded, gesturing to me. “I wanna help her out. I know you know how terrifying it is not understanding who and what you are. If we have the chance to save someone from that, why not take it?”

I could see Jean fighting with herself on whether or not to agree. “Why not go and ask the Professor? I’m still not entirely sure what I can do and he has the skill and the actual authority to do it. Why not ask him?”

“You know why.” Ororo huffed.

“Um… I don’t.” I said.

The two girls seemed to forget that I was in the room as they both looked mildly surprised at the sound of my voice.

Jean smiled slightly, trying to calm her nerves. “The only time the Professor uses that method is when nothing else works.”

“Why not use it more often?” I asked.

“Well,” she sounded hesitant. “It’s mostly because it puts the mind in a fragile state and he doesn’t want anyone getting hurt--”

“Plus some kid went too far a couple of years back and the Professor is afraid of it happening again.”

“Oh,” my gaze dropped to the floor. “Alright then.”

I mean, did I really need to know what my powers were?

Ororo’s gaze softened. “Hey, look, you don’t have to go through with this if you’re not sure, I’m here to help either way.”

The gazes of both girls seemed to bore into me and after a moment of silence, I nodded slowly.

“Alright.” Jean rubbed her hands together. “Let’s just get this over with. I’m supposed to be meeting Scott in half an hour.”

*********

“So uh, what exactly do I have to do?”

Two chairs were placed directly across from each other, Jean and I sat in them while Ororo rested on her bed.

“Just uh-- just breathe.” She wiped her palms on her jeans and tried her best to keep her breath steady. After a couple of deep breaths, she closed her eyes and tried again. “I can go as far into your mind as I need to, but it would be better for the both of us if you did your best to keep that memory at the forefront of your thoughts.”

I furrowed my brow. “But why not just search for it? It feels like that would be easier, especially since I don’t remember every detail.”

“No,” Ororo shook her head frantically. “Definitely not.”

I figured she was joking, but my smile faded at Jean’s serious expression.

“Wait, what? Why?”

“Because,” she sighed. “I can only control my powers so well. Not even the Professor knows the extent of what I can do.” Jean glared pointedly at Ororo. “Which is exactly why it would have been a lot smarter to either wait to get help from the Professor, or just wait for your powers to manifest themselves.”

I hadn’t felt all that great about the idea of someone poking around my thoughts, but if it was risking everyone’s safety, was it really all that worth it?

It wasn’t hard for the two of them to tell that I felt guilty. Jean interjected at the exact moment I opened my mouth. “Look, I know that we’re making it sound like it’s the end of the world, but at the most, I’ll be a little tired. I swear, it’s not as bad as you’re thinking.”

“And you’re sure you’ll only be looking for one memory?” Sure I felt bad, but I also really, really didn’t like the idea of a stranger going through private thoughts and memories.

Then again, the fact that I was letting her in my head in the first place might have invalidated any desire I had for privacy.

“Just the one memory,” Jean repeated.

I could see Ororo clutching Jean’s pillow in my peripheral. “Okay,” I muttered. “Let’s get this started before I chicken out.”

Jean nodded and the door closed and my heart skipped a beat before I remembered that Jean was, in fact, telekinetic. She grabbed my hands and a small part of me wondered if that was necessary. Her eyelids grew heavy and her head dipped a little-- but I wasn’t feeling anything. How could I not feel someone going through my head?

Apparently, I had spoken too soon. A sharp pain shot right behind my eyes and I knew that she had entered, but it didn’t feel like expected it to. Had I not expecting it, I probably wouldn’t have felt the almost imperceptible change in weight-- not physically, of course. After the initial sharp pain, everything just felt dull and clouded.

There was a tug in the back of my mind-- as if someone was trying to drag something out of a corner. I resisted the urge to fight it and heard a quiet gasp from in front of me. Whatever Jean had been trying to drag out had grown into something that I couldn’t avoid.

The memories of that day played like a slideshow in my head and I could feel the emotions rising up with each frame that was presented.

Jackson going too far and my teacher following me through the hallways after I had stormed out of the classroom.

Me not knowing how I got from the hall to the bathroom when I never walked through the door, and eventually being hunched over the sink.

The teacher grabbing my arm only to end up across the room and unconscious in the blink of an eye.

Me suddenly appearing back in my classroom while the entire school sat in darkness.

I could feel every ounce of fear and anger and frustration bubbling inside of me, the strongest one being fear. How was I supposed to deal with this? I didn’t want any of it, I didn’t need any of it. Why me?

As my pain and frustration grew, the light in the room seemed to fade despite the fact that it couldn’t have been later than 4 pm. I risked peeking my eyes open to see the light in the room being pulled away-- like some sort of vacuum was sucking it all in.

“Umm...” came a voice from my right. I turned to see Ororo sitting stiffly in the corner, her eyes were wide and frantic. Her gaze landed back on me and I could have sworn she was on the verge of fainting.

I was too preoccupied with everything I was feeling to notice what was happening. Something in me screamed to get away.

“I gotta--” My head hurt and the room was swaying. I staggered to the bed and, as I fell, I could see that the pitch-black tendrils were all coming from me.

*********

“Ugh, fuck.”

Everything was bright-- too bright. My head was throbbing and the sound of my heartbeat thundering in my ears was unbearable and someone had moved me from the chair to a bed at some point.

The light in the room was overpowering and I covered my face with my hands, wishing that the light would go away.

Wait a minute--

I squeezed my eyes tighter and kept my hands over my face as I focused every thought into taking the light out of the room.

The space grew dimmer and I let out an audible sigh at the same time a man with an accent spoke up.

“Well, if this is how you’d prefer it, I suppose I don’t mind.”

My eyes shot open and I turned towards the voice to see none other than the Professor himself. I didn’t do much other than stare at him for a little while, which prompted him to speak once again.

“Well,” I could see him blinking harder than usual in an attempt to adjust to the unnatural darkness. “You surely caused quite the ruckus earlier.”

I was drawing a blank before my throbbing head reminded me why it was throbbing in the first place.

“Oh God,” I pinched the bridge of my nose as if that would get rid of the thundering in my head. “Are Jean and Ororo alright?”

“She’s alright. Ororo ran out of the room for help pretty quickly after you fell over.”

I turned so that I was facing the professor entirely. “Is everyone alright?”

“No one was hurt Nyah,” Charles’s voice was calm and soothing. My head grew quieter the longer he spoke.

“Did the backup generator work well?”

He looked genuinely confused. “Backup generator?”

“Well, yeah,” I muttered. “How else is the power back on in the rest of the school?”

“Ah, I see.” The Professor chuckled at my confusion. “Nyah, you don’t control electricity, you control darkness. When Jean entered your mind, whatever you felt was powerful enough to push any trace of light from the building.”

There’s a chance he was able to sense my guilt. “If it’s any consolation, once you went unconscious everything returned to normal.”

“Oh.” it was silent for a little while before I thought of something else. “What about Jean?”

“She’ll be alright,” he sighed. “What she did earlier took a little more out of her than she likely expected. Jean is powerful, but she has much to learn.”

The Professor quirked his eyebrow and rested his chin on his fist. “What I would like to know, however, is why none of you thought to come to me.”

Sitting through this conversation I felt like a little kid being reprimanded, except this time I couldn’t think of an excuse-- at least not without somehow blaming Ororo for the entire thing.

“I, uh-- well. Ororo just wanted to help--” the Professor snorted at that. “She brought me to Jean and told me about the method we used earlier. I figured it was a good enough idea because I had no clue when I’d be able to figure out what was wrong with me.”

His eyes softened. “Well, your first problem was thinking that there was something wrong with you in the first place.”

Anyone could guess where this conversation was going, but I really didn’t feel like having it right now. “Right. Sorry, I mean what my mutation was.” My brain latched onto another thing that Ororo had said. “Ororo also mentioned that part of why you never use that method is because something… happened a few years ago?”

The Professors’ change in attitude was instant. His eyes grew heavier and he looked at least a decade older than he had just moments before. The two of us bot sat quietly in the darkness, and I noticed that, although the room we were in was pitch black, the halls were perfectly lit.

“What happened with that student was a mistake-- one that I refuse to make again.” It seemed as if he was reliving the moment in his head. He was paler than usual and his eyes seemed glazed over.

It took a moment for him to continue. I don’t think he knew that I could see him as clear as day since he tried to act as if nothing had happened. “No. I refuse to make that mistake again.” His face brightened and he looked in my direction. “All I ask is that you come to me if you ever need help with your powers, Nyah. We are here to help you..”

“Of course,” I nodded.

“Now,” the Professor said. “I do believe that dinner will be served sometime soon. Would you be interested in joining the rest of the students?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Excellent. The cafeteria is--” he turned to see a kid walking past. “Emanuel, would you mind showing our newest student to the cafeteria?”

After a moment of confusion, the kid smiled, his teeth practically shining bright enough to illuminate the pitch-black room. “Of course, Professor.”

“Lovely.” The Professor turned his chair towards the door and left, but paused just before.

*********

The walk was awkwardly silent and I struggled to keep up with the kid in front of me.

“Hey,” I huffed. “Would you-- uh-- would you mind slowing, down a little bit?”

“Hmm?”

“I said: could you slow down?”

Yeah, sorry.

The hallway to the cafeteria seemed farther than it needed to be. Was this even the right way?

In yet another attempt to lighten the atmosphere, I spoke up again. “Jeez, it feels like we’ve been walking forever.”

“Not forever. About fifteen minutes, maybe.”

Oh, alright then. “How far away is the cafeteria from my room?”

“About two minutes tops.” His voice was calm and unwavering in the most condescending way possible.

“Are we going the right way?”

“Of course,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Are we taking some sort of detour?”

“The quickest way is always the best, so no.”

“So how has it taken us fifteen minutes to walk what would usually take two?” My confusion seemed to do nothing more than amuse him.

He adjusted the coil of stark-white curls atop his head with a small smirk. “Because I want it to.”

I hadn’t realized that, at that point, we had arrived at the bustling cafeteria, yet it seemed as though people were just beginning to get their food. I turned towards where I thought Emanuel was standing, only to see that he had vanished.

“Alright then,” I mumbled to myself.

I took one step and it felt like the first day of school all over again-- probably because it was. It was loud and everything was moving. I could hardly see where the lunchline began and the constant sound and movement wasn’t helping.

Everything felt smaller than it should have. I could feel each footstep and hear each conversation. I felt a threateningly familiar pit in my stomach and I was too afraid to risk what might have happened if I didn’t find something to help.

I reached towards my belt loop to feel that what should’ve been there wasn’t. I looked down and realized that I had left it in my dorm.

Shit.

Hoping I’d be able to make it there and back with enough time to get my food, I took a look at the slowly growing line, sighed, and raced back towards my dorm.

By the time I arrived all of the light had returned to normal and my duffle was squished between my bed and the wall. I reached for it and found my Walkman and headphones, securing everything before walking back towards the cafeteria.

Like Emanuel had said, the walk was only about two minutes and I couldn’t help but wonder how he’d managed to stretch it out as long as he had. Maybe he was just screwing with me?

I looked at the line, which was far too long to stand through for whatever they might have been serving, which left me with just finding a table until dinner was over.

As I scanned the room I felt a pair of eyes boring into me, which turned out to be none other than Emanuel’s. His gaze made my spine feel weird, so I looked away, eventually deciding to just spend the rest of the hour in my room.

*********

Her face brightened the moment she saw me which, to be honest, wasn’t an unwelcome reaction.

“Jesus, Nyah.” her arms were wrapped around me before I could register what was really happening. “Where were you?”

“Uhm, unconscious,” I joked, and Ororo pulled away to frown at my humor. “How’s Jean doing?”

Her face fell ever so slightly. “She’s alright, but still exhausted. Hank said not to let her out of bed for another day or two.”

The guilt was heavy in my chest as I nodded.

Ororo took note and had an idea. “Come on, you haven’t seen my room yet.”

I was half led, half dragged down a series of hallways until we reached another dorm that looked like it had been occupied for quite some time.

The walls were covered in posters of various bands and movie characters, all over walls painted and electric blue.

“Dude,” my jaw was close to the floor. “Your room’s amazing.”

“I know.” She winked as she grabbed a snowglobe from her shelf and shook it.

“Hey,” I said to Ororo. “Do you know anything about Emanuel?”

She plopped herself onto her bed. “Who?”

“Emanuel Nelson,” I repeated. “Pretty tall, white hair, kind of an asshole.”

Ororo snorted. “Yeah. Everyone knows him.”

“What’s his deal?”

“I’ll tell you later tonight.”

“And what’s tonight?” I sighed, already having a pretty good idea.

“You’ll see.”

Although it was meant to be a secret, her grin told me everything I needed to know.

[neerasrealm]

as you begged for more, here is a free pass to do another soulmate AU piece. this will appear in your inbox three times. More can be added after asking for it

OK OK IVE HAD THIS ONE IDEA FOR A LONG TIME. soulmate can hear your thoughts but slenjack. hope yall enjoy this one because it’s long and it gets both fluffy and angsty :)

‘’Jack! Jack c’mon!’’

‘’I’m coming, Isaac!’’ the colourful clown called as he chased after the young, blonde boy. He giggled as he ran in circles after his best friend. Tag wasn’t their favorite game to play, but they had found a small field not too far from Isaac’s house, and it was perfect for running around in. 

‘’Like that’d happen…’’

Jack stopped where he was and looked around, confused. Was that a voice? It sounded like it was right behind him- or beside him- or- above him??? Just that it was close. The voice was unfamiliar too. Deep and...posh. Unlike anyone Jack or Isaac knew. He blinked, looking around.

‘’Who was that?’’ he called out, looking around confused. Isaac stopped and turned to him.

‘’Eh? Whatcha talkin’ abou’ Jackie?’’ 

‘’I heard someone-’’ The confused clown turned around in circles. ‘’Hello??’’

‘’Y-You can hear me?!’’

‘’Well yeah I can hear ya! Why wouldn’t I?’’ Jack called out. ‘’Where are ya??’’

Isaac frowned and walked up to his friend. He tugged on the clown’s colourful sleeve. ‘’Jackie, he whined. ‘’Who’re ya talkin’ ta?’’ 

Jack turned and looked down at the boy. ‘’Ya can’t hear them?’’ he asked. Isaac shook his head.

‘’C’maaan, I don’ wanna play pr’tend witcha righ’ now!’’ he whined again, tugging his friend’s hand. Jack smiled a bit.

‘’Alright- sorry.’’ he reached down and picked the boy up, putting him on his shoulders. ‘’Sorry mr voice! But I gotta best friend to play with!’’ he chirped. Isaac giggled above him and Jack took off running. 

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‘’I’ll be righ’ back, Jackie.’’ Isaac called as he hopped off the bed. His friend gave a nod and smiled. 

‘’Alright kiddo! Enjoy dinner!’’ he chirped. He watched Isaac leave the room and lay down on the boy’s bed. I mean- if you could call it that. It consisted of a thin mattress that hardly did anything and a scratchy blanket that provided barely any warmth. Not to mention the pillow. It may as well just be the case and nothing else. Isaac’s room was tiny, and had very few pieces of furniture. A wardrobe that didn’t really serve a purpose, considering Isaac had maybe three outfits, a bedside table that had absolutely no use because there was nothing to put on it, and a toy chest. The toy chest was definitely the most useful piece of furniture there. Isaac had a lot of toys. Gifts from Jack, who was the best toy of them all. 

As Jack lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts wandered as they often did. He couldn’t help but think about earlier...the strange voice he’d heard. He frowned. ‘’Who was that anyway?’’ he thought.

‘’H-Hello?’’ 

Jack shot up, looking around the room. ‘’Mr voice??’’ he called out. ‘’How’dya get in here?’’ he asked, tilting his head.

‘’I’m...I’m not with you. I’m in your head.’’

‘’In me head?’’ Jack blinked. ‘’Like a crazy person?’’

‘’No!’’ the voice replied. ’’We’re...soulmates. We can- hear one another’s thoughts.’’ 

Jack gasped. ‘’Can ya hear me now??’’ he thought.

‘’...Yes…?’’ his soulmate sounded confused. Jack giggled in excitement. 

‘’This is like in the storybooks!’’ he mentally exclaimed. ‘’With the prince and the princess falling in love…’’ Jack’s eyes widened. ‘’Are we in love?!’’ 

‘’I...don’t know we- we just met?’’ his soulmate was just getting more and more confused. ‘’What- what’s your name?’’

‘’Jack.’’

‘’J-Jack??’’

‘’Yeh. Somefing wrong?’’ Jack frowned. 

‘’No no- I just thought you were...female.’’ Jack’s voice was fairly high-pitched. Chirpy and feminine. He shook his head even though the other couldn’t see him.

‘’No. I’m a boy.’’ he replied. ‘’Whats your name, Mr Voice?’’

‘’...Slender. My name is Slender.’’

-----

‘’Slender.’’

‘’Mmm…’’

‘’Slender!’’

‘’Hm…?’’

‘’Slender, ya awake??’’

Slender rolled over in his bed and let out a soft groan. He sat up a bit, looking around the darkness of his shared bedroom. He glanced to his side at his twin brother who was fast asleep in his own bed, his glasses resting on the bedside table. ‘’Yes, Jack?’’

‘’Isaac wanted ta meet ya.’’

Slender paused for a moment, then sighed. Jack’s timezone was behind him, so it wasn’t as late for him. He was probably curled up in bed next to Isaac, the young boy he spent all his time with. The young boy he’d been made for. Jack was a toy, made by an angel to be child’s best friend. It was sweet...and explained why he acted like a child. ‘’Alright. Tell him I said hello.’’ he lay back down again, staring at the ceiling. 

‘’He says hi. And he wants ta know how old ya are.’’

Slender puzzled it over for a moment. His age? Well- he wasn’t born on earth so he couldn’t give an exact answer. ‘’I’m...very old. If I were to guess I’d say...maybe a hundred and fifty to two hundred.’’

‘’WOAHHH, REALLY??’’

Slender couldn’t help but chuckle, mentally of course. ‘’Yes.’’ 

‘’How’re ya so old?!’’

‘’I was born a long time ago, I suppose?’’ 

Slender stayed up for the rest of the night, talking with Jack, even after Isaac went to sleep. Eventually his soulmate fell asleep, and stopped responding to Slender’s thoughts. Despite himself, Slender ended up falling asleep on the living room couch, his hands around a cold mug of coffee. When his siblings asked him why he’d fallen asleep there, he couldn’t really think of an explanation. He didn’t exactly want to tell them about Jack...not yet, at least.

-----

‘’So...has he left for boarding school?’’

‘’Yep.’’ Jack replied. He lay on the floor of his box, drawing with a box of crayons, his legs kicking in the air. ‘’He’ll be back soon though! It’ll only be a few months ‘e said!’’ he added cheerfully. He paused and rolled onto his stomach, looking up at the ceiling of the box. ‘’You’ll keep me company, righ’ Slender?’’

‘’Of course I will Jack.’’’

------

‘’...’ey Slen?’’ the voice in his head made Slender look up from the plate he was washing, even though there was nobody to look at. 

‘’Yes, Jack?’’ he asked. His soulmate’s voice was...quiet. Sad, almost. And it had become deeper, slightly rougher.

‘’Ow long ‘as i’ been since I go’ in ‘ere?’’ he asked softly. Slender paused for a second, softening. 

‘’It’s...coming up on four years, I believe.’’ he answered. Jack had been stuck inside his box for a very, very long time. He was still hopeful that Isaac would come back, and Slender doubted he’d been abandoned but...still. He worried about him- he didn’t have the same energy he once had. He’d have days, even weeks, where he was sad and inconsolable. 

‘’Why’s i’ been so long…?’’

Slender sighed. ‘’I don’t know, my love.’’ he murmured. Audibly. As if Jack were there with him and not trapped in a tiny box in Isaac’s room. ‘’But he’ll be back soon, I’m sure.’’ 

-----

‘’S-Slender-’’ Jack called out feebly. He was crouched on the floor of his box, staring at one of the corners. He trembled. ‘’Slender?!’’ 

‘’I’m here.’’ his soulmate sounded worried. ‘’What is it?’’

‘’T-The corner-’’ he choked out. ‘’I’...me colours…’’ the box’s interior was just- white. But this corner...the corner where Jack had been sitting in for the past two days was stained slightly. Red where his head had been resting, orange where his shirt had been, splashes of various rainbow patterns- they were...his colours. He shook his head, his air falling into his face. The tips of his hair were faded, a pale and desaturated version of the bright cherry red Jack was used to. 

‘’What do you mean?’’

Jack looked down at his hands. They were thinner, bonier, and his short nails had begun to grow sharper and longer. ‘’I fink...they’re fading…’’ 

-----

‘’Swee’ear’?’’ Jack murmured out as he lay on the floor of his box, scratching his boney claws against the floor. 

‘’Yes, sugarplum?’’ Slender replied. A nickname he’d given him, after the sugarplum fairies from ‘The Nutcracker’. 

‘’Wha’s ‘appenin’ ta me…?’’ he asked shakily, his voice wavering. Six years. He’d been here six years now. Over the course of those years Jack had become quieter, more prone to tears, so...lonely, so desperate to get outside of those four white walls. His face was white, and his hands were blackened and bony. His clothing...the colours on them had faded and become desaturated versions of what was once bright and colourful. Cherry red hair had become pale and faded. It was disheveled and hung loose around his head rather than being bouncy and fluffy like it once had.

‘’...I don’t know.’’ Slender replied. It was silent for a long, long time. Jack felt so alone, yet Slender was there, always there, soft and loving. His only lifeline, his only support. The only friend Jack had left. ‘’...I don’t think Isaac is coming back, Jack.’’ 

He curled up, whimpering, ‘’Don’ say tha’.’’ he whimpered feebly. ‘’Please don’...’e-e’ll be back…’e would’n’...’’ he sniffled, on the verge of tears. God he- he needed someone- anyone, to hold him. He just wanted to be hugged, to feel a hand through his hair, to feel another body squeezing him- he- he wanted...he wanted Isaac...yet it was Slender’s name he found himself whimpering as he lay there limp, sobbing gently to no one but a voice that couldn’t do anything to help.

------

Slender tugged his scarf up as he stood on the doorstep of his house. He leaned down and grabbed his case, then turned to the doorway where his three siblings stood. He gave the best smile a faceless creature could. His youngest brother, Splendor, bounced where he stood and whined a bit before rushing forward and hugging him tight. ‘’You’ll come back, right??’’ he asked, staring up at his brother with watery eyes. Slender chuckled and pat his head.

‘’I told you, I’m only going to meet someone. Then I’ll come back.’’ he murmured. 

‘’And you’ll be safe, won’t you?’’ his twin asked. Slender chuckled.

‘’Yes, I will.’’ he replied as Splendor pulled off of him. He looked at his Sister. She gave him a soft nod.

‘’Don’t forget to write, brother.’’ she said softly. Slender nodded and stepped away from the house. 

‘’I won’t.’’ he said. He turned and walked off, through the woods and out into civilization. ‘’Jack?’’ he thought.

‘’I’m ‘ere…’’

‘’Good. I’m going to find you. I promise.’’ 

-----

Jack was asleep, and unable to guide him, but that was okay. He’d been searching through names and addresses and he was fairly certain he’d found it. The grossman house, if you could call it that. It was tiny and dilapidated. Barely a house and more of a shack. He walked up the small garden path and stopped. He reached down to the door and tugged it. Locked. He really didn’t want to do this but- as quietly as he could, Slender let a tendril snake out from behind him, pull back, then launch through the wooden door. He winced a bit in pain, but made the tendril move up and unlock the door from the inside. The door swung open and he paused. The house smelled terrible and looked even worse. 

‘’Jack.’’ he called out mentally. ‘’Jack, wake up, sugarplum.’’ 

‘’Mmm…?’’ he heard the familiar groan in his head. ‘’Wha’...?’’ 

‘’I’m here. I think.’’ he replied as he walked gently up the stairs. ‘’Which room is Isaac’s?’

‘’I-’’ Jack sounded shocked. ‘’I-i’s th’- th’ one on th’ left. Righ’ a’ th’ back.’’ he replied. Slender nodded, though Jack couldn’t see him, and followed his directions. He pushed open the door as silently as he could, wary of Isaac’s parents, and looked around. It was a tiny room, with only a bed, bedside table, wardrobe and toybox. On a shelf sat...a wooden box. Decorated with old, faded paint. Slender walked over to the box and paused. 

‘’...I’m here.’’ he whispered. ‘’I’m here, Jack, I-I-’’ he could feel tears rolling down his face. He reached down with shaking hands and gently turned the crank on the side of the box. He listened to the gentle noise of ‘pop goes the weasel’ as he turned it faster and faster until the lid abruptly popped open. He stepped back and stared at the box in silence. Nothing happened for a few moments, but then a black, clawed hand reached up shakily and gripped the edge of the box. Then, out of it, rose a head of faded red hair. Jack looked up at him with bright, blue eyes that looked so...tired. His face was sallow, his eyes sunken and his lips thin. He looked exhausted. His once bright colours faded almost to shades of grey and white. Wordlessly, he climbed out of the box, landing shakily on the ground, like he had almost forgotten to stand, then he slowly looked up to Slender. He stepped toward him, still staring with those wide, icy eyes. Tears pooled in the corners of them and he clenched his jaw. He collapsed against Slender, burying his face in his chest as he sobbed quietly. He wrapped his arms around his soulmate and squeezed him as tight as his weak body could. 

‘’It’s okay, sugarplum…’’ Slender whispered. ‘’You’re out now...you’re okay…’’

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Like To Be You (Ch. 2)| Ashton Irwin x Reader

word count - 2.1k

warnings - mentions of harassment and/or assault. fluff pursues.

taglist - @songforhema @asht0ns-world  @lukesflaredpants @sunflowerxcal @lover-calum @cxddlyash @emomack @merryblueberry02 @kinglyhood @caswinchester2000 @babe-babylon @irwinkitten @1delicate-fangirl

requested tag for LTBY series - @biddyboi5000 @cashtonsbetch @ghostofcth @kikii-stfu @lockthisheartinchains @charlyssacook @imadontstopacoustic @afuckingunicornn @claredolphinbear24 @carostar2020

author note - y’all are cool. sorry this took so long. a bit hard to write with a broken wrist :// hope yall enjoy this!! 

PART ONE // MASTERLIST

It’d been three weeks since she’d last seen or heard from Ashton, but only days since an envelope filled with cash appeared in her mailbox with a snake stamped in the corner. It had no address, return or delivery, leading her to believe that someone had placed it there in the middle of the night or while at work. 

But tonight wasn’t the time to think about that. Y/N was out with her friends, and she was damn sure gonna have a good time. 

The club was dark, with neon lights flashing every few seconds. The bass beat thrummed through Y/N’s body, convinced it was her heartbeat. She smiled with her best friend as they danced, swaying hips like nobody’s business. 

“Want a drink?” Her friend’s voice was hardly even audible over the blasting music. 

“What?” Y/N yelled over the crowd.

The question was repeated louder; Y/N heard it this time, nodding in response and watching as her friend squeezed between people to head to the bar. 

As soon as she was out of eyesight, Y/N felt hands on her hips. She spun in place to find a mousy looking man smirking, hands still on her waist.

“Hi baby.” His voice was scratchy, grisly. 

Y/N’s expression twisted into one of disgust. 

“Get off me,” she simmered, spinning back around and dislodging the wandering fingers. 

“C’mon sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear, replacing his hands. “Don’t be like that.”

She fought against his hold, but to no avail. He was determined to keep his palms precisely where he wanted them. Y/N began to panic, but shoved it down. She would not allow this man to control her that easily.

“I can fuck that mean right out of you.”

Y/N brought her foot up sharply, then jabbed the heel of her pumps on his foot. He released her with a cry of pain, balancing on one leg as he held the injured foot. 

With him distracted, Y/N tried to fight her way through the crowd, to little avail.

“You bitch,” he seethed, reaching out for her again. But before he could grab her, a hand clamped around his wrist. 

“The lady said no,” came a familiar voice. “No means no.”

“This doesn’t concern you,” Handsy hissed, half-limping as he tore his hand away. 

“This is my club, and you’re harassing my patrons. Pretty sure I can step in.” Y/N stood tall behind this new redheaded defender, who looked quite good in his white tank top and dress pants.

“My girl and I were about to head home.” Bullshit-Man beckoned to Y/N. 

Y/N stepped forward, surprising both the males. She gave the assaulter a sweet smile before shoving her knee upward, watching as he crumpled over in pain. 

She crouched over his figure. “Don’t fucking touch me.” It took all her willpower not to spit on him as she stood and walked away. 

“Y/N!” Her friend appeared in front of her, a drink in each hand. “Took forever to get them.”

“I think I’m gonna go home,” Y/N sighed. 

“What? This drink cost five dollars alone! Please?"

"Sorry ma'am." the man who had come to Y/N's rescue spoke again. "She's not suited for a night out this evening. I'll have the bartender refund the drink. Tell him Ash said it's alright."

Without further conversation, he guided Y/N to a side exit she didn't know existed. 

"What the hell, Ashton?" she hissed once the door had shut, the light rain falling between them. "You flirt with me for a few days, then you fucking ghost me, then you show up on my night out? This is my first night off in weeks, and you show up and ruin it!"

"I'm sorry, would you rather I hadn't have stepped in?" Ashton's hiss made Y/N flinch, but she hid it well. 

“I was handling it just fine.” She turned on her heel, raindrops flying from her hair.

“Wait,” he sighed, grabbing her arm.

She wrenched herself free of his grasp. “You don’t touch me either.”

He immediately withdrew his hands, holding them up, palm facing out, by his shoulders. His red hair clung to his forehead in cute little strands.

“I just wanna talk to you.” His face held some sort of emotion Y/N couldn’t name. She considered for a moment.

“I still carry that pepper spray in my purse,” she said, signalling for him to start speaking. 

“Didn’t expect any less,” he acknowledged, dropping his hands. “I’m sorry for just dropping out of your life like that. I just--” He couldn’t seem to find the right words. How could he explain how he was trying to ensure your safety by keeping you out of gang business without revealing how much he liked you?

“It wasn’t safe if I kept hanging around you. If anyone from the other gangs in town thought I had some connection to you, they would target you. I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t deal with the thought of you getting hurt because of me.”

Y/N stepped closer to him. “But what if that was a risk I was willing to take? Did you think for one second that maybe I liked being around you?” She jabbed a finger in his chest, getting up in his face. “I am well aware of the people you are friends or enemies with. It was a risk I was willing to take. You’re entitled to be worried, but you can’t just drop off the planet then resurface looking like this and take my goddamn breath away when I’m trying to be mad at you.”

She hadn’t meant to say the last part, but he heard it anyway. In an instant, Ashton was cradling her face in his hands, and pressed his lips harshly to hers. Y/N let out a squeak of surprise. Ashton pulled just inches away, breathing heavily. Y/N stared into his eyes, and when he opened his mouth to say something she pulled him back to her. 

The kiss was fiery, like the floodgates holding every emotion the pair had bottled up over the past three weeks were opened. The searing intensity was almost overwhelming. With the rain falling, it was like a scene from a movie.

When the couple finally split, neither felt they could breathe properly. 

"Sorry," Ashton breathed raggedly. "I had to do it just once."

"Shut up," Y/N whispered and pulled his lips back to hers.

"Let me make it up to you," he whispered. "I will. There's a little place I know not too far from here. Are you hungry?"

Y/N nodded.

~~

"So what is it that you do?" He asked gently as they walked through the city.

Y/N swung their intertwined hands. "I'm a pediatric nurse at the hospital. I take care of the kids when they're not immediately in the doctor's care."

Ashton smiled softly at her. 

"What?" She half-chuckled.

"That's so adorable," he giggled. "Like, I can't explain it. Picturing you and little kids -- it's just so cute to me."

"Wow, buy me dinner before you talk about kids to me." Y/N smirked deviously.

The redness that overtook Ashton's face made any ounce of uncertainty she had about this 'date' disappear.

"That-tha-that wasn't what I meant, I'm so sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to imply--"

"Ashton," she cut him off. "I'm teasing. It's okay."

The redhead looked at her, wide eyed, before letting out a nervous laugh. The rest of the walk was in comfortable silence, with the occasional point and saying "that dog is so cute!"

A diner came into view: an adorable retro design in all black, white, and red. Y/N couldn't help but chance a peek at the gang member beside her. He looked so soft in the yellow glow of the streetlamps. His smile was so wide. She almost wondered how he could have looked frightening that first night. 

"I used to come here when I was a kid," he mumbled. "Me, Lauren, 'n Harry would walk here when mum worked late. It's been years."

"Well they better be good." Y/N grinned as she tightened her grip on his hand, pushing open the doors.

~~

Laughter filled the diner, with furtive glances across the table. With only themselves and the waitress there, the whole place felt like theirs. 

Halfway through a shared chocolate shake (“What do you mean you’ve never dipped your fries in a chocolate shake?” “I mean I’m sane!”), the opening notes to George Ezra’s Hold My Girl played softly through the diner. Ashton’s head whipped up from his straw when he heard her gentle gasp.

“Oh my God, I love this song,” Y/N breathed.

The redhead watched in awe as the girl closed her eyes and whispered along to the words, swaying side to side ever so slightly. Before he can think about what he’s doing, he stands from his side of the booth and holds his hand out for her.

“What are you doing?” Her question was laced with nervous giggles as she opened her eyes.

“C’mon, trust me,” he muttered softly. Y/N put her hand in his.

He pulled her up from her seat, chest pressed to his. She automatically pressed her cheek to his chest, though she had no idea why.

“Sing it to me,” he muttered into her hair as he began swaying them back and forth.

For a moment, the song was only heard through the speakers of the diner. His heart dropped as he thought he may have moved too fast. Then--

“I’ve got time, I’ve got love.”

He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Got confidence you’ll rise above. Give me a minute to hold my girl, give me a minute to hold my girl.”

They danced through the tables to the soft love song, getting faster and wilder with the music. He spun her in circles, giant smiles on both their faces.

My girl, my girl.

It takes one hot second to turn it around.

It takes one hot second to turn it around.

As the song gently slowed down, so did their dance. The closing notes played quietly as the couple swayed back and forth, all thoughts of whoever else may be in the diner forgotten. The moment of silence between songs was all Y/N to break out of her trance. She pushed herself off Ashton, wide eyed. The boy confusedly watched the girl of his dreams sit back in the booth, dazed. 

“Everything good? Can I get you two anything else?” The elderly waitress that appeared at the table pulled his attention away. Agnes, her name tag read.

“No ma’am, just the check please,” Y/N muttered softly.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” she said in the most grandmother-like way possible. “It’s on the house. You two-- I’ve never seen anyone as in love as you are. It’s the most lovely thing I’ve seen in years. Beautiful couple, you are.”

“Oh, we’re not-- I- I’m not--, Ash and I, we--”

Agnes gave a knowing smile. “Of course not.” She walked off without another word.

Ashton said nothing, but brought his wallet out and carefully placed a hundred dollar bill in the center of the table.

“Ashton,” Y/N hissed, eyes wide. “The total was less than twenty.”

“She was sweet. She complimented you,” he said without looking up at her. 

Wrapping her fingers around his, Ashton once again pulled Y/N from her seat. “It’s late, I should take you home.”

~~

The walk to Y/N’s home was filled with quiet, both lost in thought as the rain faded to mist around them.

“Here we are,” he breathed when they arrived on the doorstep. 

“It was good to see you again.”

“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?”

Neither dared speak louder than a whisper, afraid to lose the moment. Afraid to lose the butterflies in their stomachs.

“Do you wanna come in?” Y/N offered, desperate not to let the night die.

“I don’t think I should, doll. Next time, I will. I promise.” He held her cheek with one hand, fingertips brushing the nape of her neck. Their faces were inches apart.

“Am I gonna see you again?” Y/N asked, finally letting her vulnerability show.

“Without a doubt,” Ashton whispered before sealing his lips to hers gently.

[spellcastersjudgement]

okay i’m literally obsessed i need more faithshipping !!! literally any of the numbers i just neeeeeed it

okay the froot has finished her other fanfics so she finally has the time to devote to this ask bc i have a lot of feelings abt these two and i need proper time to fully dump my feelings ™ 

since this is a Dealers Choice ask i hope yall know im gonna pick the one that allows me to dump the most headcanons on yall

i know ive already done this one before for the tutor ask but!! i love this idea and im not ashamed to do it again lmao

#30: a kiss as comfort 

Yusei was not used to Akiza waking up before him, but there was a first time for everything. 

His alarm had awoken him, making him groan and roll over, feeling on the top to hit the snooze button, rolling back over, left arm searching for Akiza, wanting to bring her back against his chest and bury his face in her hair. When his arm found only an empty bed, his eyes opened a crack, looking around the dim room for her. Empty. She must’ve gone to the kitchen, which was a huge disappointment–he had another few minutes before he had to actually get up and put his work uniform on, and he would much rather spend it cuddling with his girlfriend than laying in bed alone. 

He should go down and see her, maybe spend a few minutes on the couch together before he had to leave. Pushing himself up and rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes, the cold air of the room made him shiver, another incentive to find Akiza, warm up. 

Turning off his alarm so it wouldn’t shake the apartment, he left the bedroom. The smell of coffee greeted him, his eyes adjusting to the lights of the kitchen. His girlfriend was standing in the kitchen, staring out the window with her coffee in her hands, fully dressed and made up, her bangs braided in a crown around her head. 

That was strange. Akiza usually rolled out of bed in her nightgown. She must’ve been up a while, extricated herself from Yusei’s hold without waking him, a feat considering that he was a light sleeper. 

“Good morning, handsome,” she looked over her shoulder as he approached, lifting the steaming cup to her lips. 

“Morning,” he slid his arms around her waist, her knit cardigan warm against his bare chest and arms. 

The scene outside wasn’t terribly interesting, but Akiza was staring at the grey, cloudy buildings with such intensity Yusei wondered if he was missing something. She was tense, he could feel that from where his head rested on her shoulder, the way she was audibly swallowing, her breathing faster than normal. When he’d come in last night she’d still been awake, hunched over her laptop with her reading glasses holding her bangs back, chewing on her nails. Yusei didn’t look to see what she was doing, had only shut the computer and picked her up, teasing her for turning into a night owl like him. 

Something was bothering her, he could tell. “Missed you when I woke up, Kiki,” 

A soft laugh, a sip of coffee. “I can tell you’re not awake,” 

“Haven’t had my coffee,” he laid his hand over hers, bringing her cup to his mouth and taking a sip. She liked her coffee less sweet than he did, tipping only a bit of creamer into it. 

“You only call me Kiki when you’re half asleep,” 

“Hm, maybe I’ll have to call you that more so I won’t be so easy to read,” Yusei said. 

“I’ll have to get a nickname for you,” she said. 

“You call me handsome,” 

“That’s not a nickname, that’s an adjective,” she turned around. He loosened his hold to let her. “Even if it is true, it doesn’t count,” 

The cup between them radiated heat onto Yusei’s skin, not as warm as when Akiza had been pressed against him, but at least this way it was easier to steal the cup from her hands and drink from it. She rolled her eyes and laughed, told him to get his own cup, there was plenty left in the pot, and from the multiple coffee filters he could see in the trash can, it wasn’t the first of the morning. 

“Been awake a while?” he asked. 

She shrugged, eyes not meeting his, staring over his shoulder, anon-answer that only affirmed his feelings that something was bothering her. Nails drummed against the cup for a moment, soon back in her mouth, a habit that Carly often ragged on her about, forcibly removing her hand. Yusei closed his hand around her wrist, ignoring her annoyed glance as he kissed the back of her hand. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. I’m just tired,” 

“You wouldn’t be so tired if you didn’t get up so early,” he teased. 

“I couldn’t sleep,” she sighed, finally meeting his eyes. Beneath the makeup he could see a tinge of purple, her normally bright eyes red and dull. Lack of sleep was an understatement if he’d ever heard one. “Got up, got some work done,” 

“How long was that?” 

“Yusei,” she muttered, moving out of his embrace to top off her coffee. “It doesn’t matter. Don’t you have work to go to?” 

“They can manage without me for a few minutes, Kiki,” he leaned against the counter, watching her move to the fridge. “Unless you want me to leave,” 

“No, Yusei–I’m sorry,” her shoulders fell. “You don’t–don’t go,” 

He watched as she stood on her tiptoes, reaching into the cabinet to retrieve a second cup. Normally he’d reach over her back and tease her about being short, but this didn’t seem like the time. Yusei Fudo would never list one of his strengths as “bedside manner,” but seeing Akiza so worked up–well her quiet, unassuming way of being upset that had developed in recent years. He’d seen her cry, scream, but that was different, over her childhood, and it seemed that after that had passed she had decided to suppress, compartmentalize. He had no interest in forcing the floodgates open, knew she wouldn’t appreciate that, but–but it was eating at him to not say anything. 

Akiza was in front of him, handing him coffee. “Time for you to wake up,” 

“Thank you,” 

She leaned against the counter next to him, laying her head on his shoulder, tracing the rim of the cup with her finger. Her hair was soft against his bare skin, tickling the slightest bit as she moved, her breath blowing across his chest. He looked down, wishing her hair was down so he could run his fingers through it but settling for an arm around her shoulders. 

“‘kiza,” he laid his cheek on her head. “What’s going on?” 

A sigh, a shake of her head, tickling his cheek. “It’s really nothing,” 

“C’mon, you can tell me,” he tightened his hold on her, running his hand up and down her upper arm, anything to make her feel comfortable enough to open up. 

“Don’t wanna bother you,” 

“You won’t be,” he insisted, putting the coffee she’d made down on the counter, grasping both of her shoulders. She looked up at him through her lashes, lip between her teeth, anxiety radiating off of her. “Something at school?” 

“No–yes, I mean,” she sighed, making the motion for pushing her bangs behind her ears out of habit–adorable, especially the blush afterwards when she realized she had nothing to brush back. “There’s, there’s this–I have a class today,” 

“It’s,” he waited for his brain cells to produce the day of the week. “It’s Wednesday, you’ve got three today,” 

“I forgot you memorize my schedule,” a laugh, a genuine one, a bit of a smile. “I think it’s cute,” 

“Don’t you change the subject,” he felt a smile coming on to his own face. “Which one is it?” 

“Postcolonial lit,” she said. 

“Should I pretend I know what that is?”

“I’ll read it to you sometime,” she offered. “I think you’d enjoy it,” 

Yusei would have to take her up on that later. Listening to Akiza’s voice, the way she change her voices for the different characters, the way she’d stop in the middle of the sentence–it was the closest thing he’d come to a religious experience, and it’d been a while since he’d listened to her read. But right now he could tell she was deflecting. “You got a paper due today? Didn’t read?” 

“Me? Not read?” she gasped. “Of course I read. I’m not going into debt for nothing,” 

“Then what is it, Kiki?” he asked. 

“You’re just calling me that to butter me up,” 

“Is it working?” 

She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Yeah, it is.” She sighed, looking down at her coffee before looking back up to him. “I have a presentation today,” 

“Is that what you were working on last night?” 

“Yeah, I’d been working on it from the time I left the shop last night to the time you got home,” she said. “I’ve been over it what feels like a million times. It’s perfect, I know it, just–Yusei, don’t worry about it,” 

“You get up early to work on it again?” 

She looked exasperated at his perseverance. “Couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to wake you so I got up–about four,” 

It was now 7:30. Yusei had slept like a rock, curled himself around her and hadn’t even bothered to notice if she was feeling anxious. Certainly he should’ve seen it–

“Stop that,” Akiza said. “I didn’t want you to worry. I can see you beating yourself up,” 

“I just came home, didn’t even ask you what you were doing,” Yusei said. “I just took you away from your computer–” 

“You were tired,” she interrupted. “Don’t worry about it,” 

They were silent again, staring at each other. 

“Why are you so worried about it Akiza?” Yusei asked after a moment. 

“Professor’s uptight and this is work a third of my grade,” she said. 

Yusei could see why she’d lose sleep over that. 

“Over a third, actually. Thirty-five percent. I was complaining to Carly about professors that are lazy and don’t want to grade more than a few assignments, but that doesn’t get the work done,” she huffed. 

Her cup joined his on the counter, and soon her cheek was pressed against his sternum, her arms wrapping around his waist. “Yusei,” 

“Yeah, ‘kiza?” 

“I’m terrified it’s not enough,” 

His hands slid down her cardigan. What could he say? What could he say to convince her she would be fantastic, that the work she’d put in would pay off, that it’d be all worth it in the end? As Akiza whimpered out his name through the beginnings of tears, his heart wrenched–it’d been so very long since he’d had to hear her cry–and suddenly saying something didn’t seem like enough. 

In a moment he’d feel bad for disturbing the perfectly pinned crown braid, but presently he didn’t care, the only thing that mattered was tilting her head back, pressing a kiss to her lips. A noise of surprise came from her, he could feel her jump at the ferocity at which his lips moved, accidentally scraping her bottom lip with his teeth, running his tongue over the spot as an apology. Slowly, slowly she relaxed, her palms laying flat on his back, fingers digging in as she reciprocated, standing on her tiptoes to press back against him. 

Yusei was never good with words, wouldn’t pretend to be, but he hoped that she could feel it: his love, his belief in her, not just in school but for the future, that he would be there to comfort her, that she could tell him anything, that she didn’t need to worry about bothering him. Maybe one day he’d be eloquent enough to say this to her, but this would have to do for now. 

She dropped back on to her heels, opening her eyes, the slightest smudge of mascara on the corner of her eye. He wiped it away, accidentally poking her in the eye, apologizing as she giggled at his clumsiness. 

“Should I come watch you?” he asked. 

“You want to leave cars for books?” she giggled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. 

“Gonna cheer you on,” he said. 

Akiza smiled, her eyes shining with the remnants of unshed tears. “In that case, help me practice. Put on some clothes, handsome, we’re going to school,” 

[lohst-in-time]

exit82 be more chill - a written bootleg

ACT ONE

first of all i’d like to say that the cheering was not nearly as excessive as tumblr led me to believe it wasn’t that bad and i could hear all the lines so!!! comfort to y’all

*spooky theramin hell dream commence*

JERE HAD THE VOICE OF A GOD, A VERY NERDY SMALL GINGER GOD

okay but the dad though we have to admire his skill to put on his pants so quickly to go and be a bus driver

the whole time brooke chloe and jenna are having their conversation jere is just awkwardly trying to discreetly slide his hand to his locker and honestly me

also brooke just like skips everywhere it’s adorable

everyone was just glancing around at each other while rich wrote boyf on the backpack like 👀👀👀👀👀

this jake definitely did a totally different thing for his jake than jake boyd but i LOVED it and he was really great!!!

the set for this was so versatile and stuff like they turned around the lockers and BAM there’s the play signup sheet it was cool as hell

jeremy does this cute cut-off gesture on “end scene” and it’s A+

C H R I S T I N E

oh my god where do i start with christine her overalls were great, her cat stockings were great, her voice was AMAZING like honestly y’all she was a blessing

SO LIKE i was sitting right by this exit door and turns out it’s where a L O T of people enter from so michael walked in all casually with his slushy right in front of me and i was n o t p r e p a r e d

michael was acting so high during his part it was great

MICHAEL MAKES KISSY FACES AT JERE FOR THE BOYF RIENDS PART AND I MEAN IT WAS PLAYED FOR LAUGHS BUT STILL

also when jere says his whole “i hate this school” thing michael just kinda smiles and shrugs so that was NICE

i can confirm that christine signing up for the play in this production is just as extra as it was in the original production

chloe’s “i like gay people” was like really loud it was great

can yall believe im still only in the first song

also the ensemble peeps were A++ i loved them

for the scene before play rehearsal there’s a whiteboard with drama club written on it in cute lettering and it’s great

CHRISTINE IS GOD

the whole song jeremy is just watching christine with a goofy grin like heck yeah i love this human and it’s adorable i loved it so much!!

christine’s NOISES!!!!!! A++++++

at the end with the “we’re starting” christine just kept pausing at staring at the whiteboard expectantly until she turns to jere and is like “soooooon” and it was both pure and hilarious

MR REYES HAD LIKE A MULLET/PONYTAIL COMBINATION WIG THING AND IT WAS AMAZING

when mr reyes says the thing about frisbee golf this ensemble guy just goes like “yeah!!” it was great

christine looked so genuinely distraught over midsummer nightmare with zombies

also when mr reyes announces it he flips the whiteboard to reveal midsummer nightmare with zombies written in like this beautiful calligraphy it was blessed

he’s so aggressive with “THE MAN IS DEAD LET IT GO” oh my god

so in this version jake is way more just obviously hitting on christine rather than genuinely saying all the stuff about romeo and juliet and i don’t know how i feel about it but he delivered it really well so !!!!!!

the audience audibly sadly awwed when christine didn’t notice jeremy speaking

RICHARD FUCKIN GORANSKI OH MY GODNESS

the lisp is alive and well by the way

fRESHMAN YEEAR

basically the squip song was very extra i loved it

everyone was so excited at the “its from japan”

RICH JUST WIPES HIS PISS HANDS ON JEREMYS FACE AND SHIRT WHAT THE FUCK RICHARD

DODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODO

michael just deadass lights a blunt during two player game it’s hilarious

the pacman tattoo is confirmed to be on michael’s right arm i took note

MICHAEL DABBED TWICE

on the line “i wanna move on” jeremy just sorta whinily shakes michael’s arm it’s great

during the favorite person part michael just lowkey rests his head on jere’s shoulder and is promptly playfully shoved so that he falls facefirst into the two bean bags and he just sorta lays there for a bit it’s amazing

for the final chorus part thing they both just do these ridiculous karate moves and shit in the front while video game characters take off the set it’s so extra and blessed i loved it

tHERES TWO SALESPEOPLE

instead of the sideburns comment jeremy just awkwardly says “so, my chemical romance right” it was the best

when jeremy opens the shoebox michael in the background just lowkey moves his phone up in the air and takes a picture then looks really satisfied and pleased with it

press f to pay respects to jeremy’s bar mitzvah money

the squip looks just like this cool villainy dude at first but over the course of the show he slowly gets more and more squippy and villainy looking it’s so FUCKIN COOL

also when the squip first shows up little drop down things on the ceiling of the squip wire shit shows up and there’s also more big ones that show up in upgrade it’s just a cool lil thing that i liked

the squip squat-sits a lot. just a psa

AT THE “SHE WAS CHEATING ON ME” PART JEREMY STRAIGHT UP FLIPS THESE CLOTHES IN THE AIR AND FLAILS AROUND ON THE GROUND WHAT THE FUCK JEREMIAH

do you wanna ride was both uncomfortable and hilarious at the same time it was p amazing

there were these short pauses in between each “in” in pinkberry at the end it was super funny

at the end of be more chill part two when everyone sets jeremy down on the bed the squip says like “be careful with him he’s delicate”

jere: *aggressively tapping his head* hellooo are you on? mr heere: son are you talking to yourself again jere: i...guess i am mr heere: okay

from now on jeremy wears his eminem shirt AND this black coat vest thing it actually looks pretty good

at play rehearsal everyone does southern accents during their lines it’s amazing

“cough.”

JEREMY AND CHRISTINE SLOW DANCE DURING GUY I’D KINDA BE INTO THIS IS NOT A DRILL

“im sorry i don’t know why im crying” BIG MOOD JEREMIAH

“noooooooo....ot exactly”

jere is forced to make out with brooke and he clearly looks very uncomfortable and i felt so bad jvnghfkd

“that...that’s illegal” “yeah, it’s totally illegal!” SHFGJSCKISFTDYIDV

everyone highkey gasped/sadly awwed when jere said optic nerve blocking on

ACT TWO

brooke’s sexy dog costume jvndhdksj

RICH DEADASS HAS A FUCKIN BAGUETTE MACHETE I DIED

I AM IM READY FOR YOUR HALLOWEEN PARTY

“i do not understand the request” YES YOU FUCKIN DO SHUT UP TIC TAC MAN

*bathtub prop is brought onstage* FUCK IM NOT EMOTIONALLY READY-

NOT ONLY DOES JEREMY CALL HIM A LOSER BUT HE SHOVES HIM INTO THE BATHTUB TOO OH MY GOD NO

the audience reaction was INSANE people were ooing and awwing and gasping all around me and it was surreal as fuck

THIS BOY MIKEY WAS L I T E R A L L Y CHOKING BACK THE TEARS HE SOUNDED SO UPSET I CANT DESCRIBE IT ACCURATELY BUT HE SOUNDED LIKE HE WAS ACTUALLY SOBBING IT HURT ME

by the way this dude has the voice of an angel. of a god. a god angel. an angel god.

christine and jeremy’s weird noise exchange was the cutest damn thing ever

everyone in the audience sounded so sad when christine said no to going out with jeremy but i mean WE WERE SAD EVEN THOUGH MOST OF US KNEW IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN

SMARTPHONE HOUR WAS HYPE AS SHIT OKAY ALSO THE DRAG REPRESENTATION WAS LIVING

they all start out in bathrobes and stuff (LIKE I ALWAYS PICTURED IT TOO I WAS INTERNALLY SCREAMING!!!) then they take them off to reveal these like shiny elastic outfits like in a zumba class or something it was amazing

BROOKE DROPPING HER PHONE THEN SCREECHING AND DIVING AFTER IT IS M Y NEW AESTHETIC

okay but when the squip walks out for the scene before pitiful children he looks like a straight up evil electronic BADASS he got Cloaks For Days (also his makeup was On Point the whole show so just sayin)

everyone in the audience made sad noises when jenna said her line about knowing everyone’s business but honestly i felt a Sad at that part

JENNA NAILED THOSE HIGH NOTES also she just deadass pulled the Mountain Dew out of her coat jvnghfk

LIGHT UP SHOES DURING PITIFUL CHILDREN THIS IS NOT A DRILL EVERYONE

THE PANTS SONG WAS AMAZING also michael was super defensive when mr heere asked if he loved jeremy like he super quickly was like “NO” i just thought it was intriguing

JERES COSTUME ON MR REYES WAS SO SMALL HIS SHIRT WAS LITERALLY A CROP TOP

during the rich flashback the play background curtain thing comes down a bit to show the flashback and then comes back up it was cool

“MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCE” “AAAAAAAAAAAAA”

THE KUNG FU FIGHT THING also michael still keeps jeremy in this body hug thing to keep him restrained long after he needs to be just something i noticed

during the “confession” part christine and jeremy slow dance again BUT i paid attention to michael in the background and he looked DISTRAUGHT i deadass actually saw him wipe a tear and start walking away (before coming back when jere gives her the mountain dew red) and HOLY SHIT YALL I WAS HURT

michael is just left in this pile of bodies and he literally just shouts “OH FUCK” and honestly SAME

R I C H A R D oh my god first of all this whole scene he is like just smiling his ass off in this full body cast and the lisp was super alive and everyone lost their SHIT at the totally bi part it was so great and when michael comes in he’s like so excitedly ranting about what happened that he fuckin shakes jere’s hospital bed it was great ALSO IM ALMOST POSITIVE THAT RICH WAS WEARING AN LGBT SHIRT FOR VOICES IN MY HEAD CAN SOMEONE HELP CONFIRM THIS

i have never heard so many people gasp because of a man walking onstage wearing pants

BROOKE AND CHLOE SWITCHED SHIRTS THIS IS NOT A DRILL

i was really glad that everyone including michael were so happy for jeremy and christine it was pure

im emotionally worn out that was a ride thanks for listening hope yall will be able to visually see this beauty someday