#i wasnt made aware of this what the flying fuck

[just-a-lil-otter]

riv slimesworld has been tagged as mature content how did this happen

What.

what- how- why- HUH-?????

I'm so confused rn-

[apricotmayonaise]

i wasn't sexually harassed by @/musashi, ya'll are just playing the telephone game.

hi, im slushy, i'm 15 and a half years old, i keep hearing these bullshit rumours about my friend wendy, or musashi, as is their tumblr url. i'm here to go on the record to say, that did not fucking happen. unfortunately, since i got banned in the server this went down in. (ha ha. how ironic.) might be tricky but i do have, like, 10 people who can back me up on this.

so, a rundown of events. me, wendy, and a few other people are in a vc. i post a poll about what i should go as for halloween. the options are pretty skimpy but hey, i'm fifteen, going on sixteen years old. i'm nearly an adult and by the time halloween rolls around i'll be old enough to work, drive, and fuck. i'm a teenager, not a toddler.

a couple server members, i think it was around five, voted on this poll. the mods, specifically the owner, got mad at wendy specifically. they said wendy was sexualising me. wendy was obviously like "no, when i look at a teenager in a halloween costume i see a teenager in a halloween costume. slushy's 13 years my junior, im not a weirdo."

the owner proceeded to get mad at wendy and then told me i should dress up as jesus? which is an odd thing to say. it was less of lingerie and more like a bikini. which gives me a feeling that the people getting mad are the type to sexualise teenagers at the beach.

anyway, wendy, with no warning, got banned for this. the mods said they gave plenty of warning but in those "warnings" they seemed to just be making friendly requests, not mod-ly orders.

the whole claim of wendy "offering to buy" me anything is also completely and utterly false. that didnt happen dawg

anyway, i was confused, angry, and upset about this. wendy was also very upset.

anyway, you know who i was groomed by?? someone else on the server who all the mods continue to reblog from and interact with. they know she's a groomer. i've told them. wendy's told them. at least five other people have expressed concern or disgust at this person's behaviour, and yet they continue to talk to the groomer.

i also want to add that i was completely and utterly spoken over. every time i said "wendy wasnt weird or creepy!" they didn't listen to me because i'm just a minorrrr. i'm just a little girl who obviously can't think for herselffffffff.

as for wendy being a "pedo apologist", i think this just refers to wendy...not being an antishipper? god forbid wendy, a grown ass 28 year old adult with adult responsibilities not get into internet discourse? also i find it pretty gross how we put "actual fucking child predators" and "people who don't care about online drama surrounding made up ships" on the same level of bad. one is something i can scroll past or block the tag of. the other caused me trauma, pain, and having grown up way too fast. fictional characters can't experience pain or tragedy in the same way real children and teenagers can.

this post is in regards to this anon message:

you are a bunch of sick people who don't care about real child abuse. you ignore groomers and let them fly under the radar to target people who you, personally, don't agree with. you're making a real victim into a false victim, and at the time of the incident it was sexual assault survivor's awareness month.

if you're going to call someone a victim, at least fucking listen to them. a real groomer is out there living her life while my friend lost a big amount of friends due to false allegations.

[majorasnightmare]

FREE DIRGE LORE!!! 8, 20, aaaand 22 pleaseee

FREE DIRGE LORE ON NAADYS BIRTHDAY!!! as a present he offers an inside out torso 🕷️🕸️🕷️

8. How does your Dark Urge feel about the wilderness?

I think his feelings about the wilderness surprise him, because hes actually really fond of it. He enjoys the simple and consistent behavior of animals, even if he has to kill them, and he really deeply enjoys the distance from people. Hes also really fond of natural water sources, a remnant of growing up next to the Chionthar, which was one of the only places in the city where the Urge wasnt quite so loud. He doesnt quite realize how much he enjoys the wilds until he gets back to Baldur's Gate and fucking hates it lmao

20. Is your Dark Urge open about their Urge or do they try to hide it? Why?

Hes SOOO open about it to a RIDICULOUS degree. Pre tadpole he identified completely with the Urge so anyone who had the privellege of knowing him As He Is (and not when he was trying to stealth through the city) would know who and what exactly theyre dealing with. Post Tadpole, he feels he has to rely heavily on this group of strangers for his own safety and sanity, and tries to be as open and forthcoming as possible about the Urges, first because it scares him and he wants help, and then when he gives up on the idea of receiving help as a matter of responsibility. He owes it to them to tell them when he might fly off the handle in case they have to put him down for everyones collective safety. He doesnt even try to hide Alfira's murder, and its everyones reaction to that event that solidifies his decision to both tell everyone whenever the Urges risk them (his own mental health is an acceptable sacrifice), and his decision to handle them almost entirely by himself

22. What first impression does your Dark Urge give off to strangers?

It depends on how much effort hes putting into "passing" as it is. Act 1 is when hes at his most offputting, a twitchy mess poorly concealing the burning desire to kill, and most peoples first impression is that theyre interacting with someone very deeply sick. By the time Dirge is leaving the Grove behind, hes stabilized enough to no longer come off like someone on a very bad LSD trip trying to ground himself. The general impression he gives off is one of lethal competency and assured unflappable confidence, with a fairly easygoing but professional attitude, which persists all the way to the end of act 1, throughout act 2, and only starts collapsing in Act 3

Once he learns hes a bhaalspawn, the combined stress of that revelation plus the ones hes learned in moonrise towers has started puncturing holes in his carefully constructed facade into a frankenstein of his Act 1 and 2 vibes. The end result is someone with the same lethal competency as before, but teetering on a very unstable knife's edge. Some of the twitch has started to come back, and hes snappier and more irritable than usual, because there just isnt any relief from the endless pressing throngs of people, and its driving him up a wall. The confidence is now taken as anticipation of bloodletting, and his general affect is more unsettling for it, like someone trying ever so slightly unsuccessfully to hide the fact theyre actively fantasizing about peeling your skin like a banana. Hes aware of it and tries to talk as little as possible to as few people as possible, made more difficult by the fact that by this point hes established himself as the partys go-to haggler and interrogator-of-npcs.

thankies for dirgeposting oppurtunity, heres him in the faded drow leathers dyed in his usual colors!!

[sleepingnova]

Okay so to make up for the fact that I have like a million drafts, but I haven't posted in like months, here. Take this snippet.

It was a regular day, you and Peter are in World History, waiting for lunch. The teacher talks on and on about the difference between the paleolithic and neolithic eras. Peter's hand continuously moves across his notebook, writing down and absorbing information. He jolts suddenly, going unnoticed by everyone, before grabbing his phone and typing on his phone under the desk.

"Something's worng. I don't know what it is, but it's something." He texts you, your phone dinging and the teacher turning around, trying to catch you.  Before your instructor is able to reprimand you, the bell rings, granting you freedom..for 45 minutes.

"Ms. Y/n, next time I see or hear a phone, I'm going to take it. As for today, here." Your teacher says, handing you a detention slip. You groan and leave the room, Peter, Ned, and MJ waiting for you, ready to walk to lunch.

"Hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom. I'll see you guys at the table." Peter makes up an excuse as he walks quickly the opposite direction down the hallway.

"What's with him?" MJ asks, turning to look at you, but you're nowhere to be found as the both of them turn on circles, trying to find you. You're fairly tall for your age, so it shouldn't be that hard to find you...right?

Meanwhile, the avengers are dealing with a colossal threat. Some "villain of the week", but for some reason, it's worse than last week. Barton fights it off one of the goons and falls back, trying his best not to fall off of the roof. He gets slammed off the edge, flirting with death as he hangs from the room of the building.

"Uh guys? Not to be a downer, but I don't have any more arrows..I'm also hanging on to the edge of the building." He breathes through the comms, earning radio silence from the rest of them.

"Wow, so enthusiastic guys, am I right?" He remarks, earning a warbled sound from Stark.

"Your arrows are retractable.. I made them that way so that this doesn't happen. What the– how in the everloving fuck–" He asks, earning a comment of "language," from cap.

The person he's fighting notices him dangling from the edge of the building, smirking at him as he harshly steps on Clint's fingers, causing him to groan deeply in pain. As he retracted his foot to slam it back down, Clint's hands slip and he starts to plummet, time stilling as he falls.

"Shit, shit!" He sharply gasps as he falls, silently bracing himself for his death.

"I got him!" Tony notifies the group, flying towards the falling Hawkeye at remarkable speed. His suit subtly grasps Clint's fingertips, missing by a fraction of a second. Everything goes silent for a split second as Clint falls, seemingly falling faster, his body just mere feet from hitting the ground.

"Got you!" You interject the deafening silence, catching him and swinging down towards the ground. Clint opens his eyes, hearing the child like voice, half expecting to see Peter, but seeing you instead.

"What the hell? Where'd you come from??" He breathes out a breath he wasnt aware he was keeping in when his feet softly touch the ground.

"Don't worry about it!" You and Peter say in unison, giving each other a glance through your suits.

"Aren't y'all supposed to be in class?!" Tony's surprised shock catches everyone's attention.

"We have lunch right now, it's fine." Peter interjects, trying to ease his mentor's nerves.

"Also, I can't come to the lab after school today, I have detention." You say, breaking the silence. The other avengers look at you in shock.

"What? How the hell?" Tony sputters, obviously shocked by this information.

"My teacher heard my phone go off so he gave me detention. It's fine, I don't mind it's not too bad." You shrug, nudging Peter.

Natasha and Bruce walk up to the group, eyes widening at the fact that you two aren't in class.

"I'll take care of this guy." You say, breaking the stunned silence, swinging up onto the building, crouching low to find the bad guy. You hear Steve and Bruce's voices in your comms telling you to come back, because it's dangerous.

After a while of dancing around with the enemy, you eventually get them pinned and taken care of. You duck behind a building and a bunch of rocks and crushed rubble to change out of your suit.

When you walk back to the group, Tony rolls his eyes and scoffs. "I'm taking both of your suits. Hand them over."

Peter steps back, almost as if he was coming to a realization.

"We have 10 minutes. Run." Peter says, getting ready to swing as you start to sprint back towards your school, he picks you up by the waist, swinging back towards the school. 

"Sorry!" Comes from both of you as you both swing away, eventually coming to a stop at the school. Cutting through your school's courtyard and sneaking back through the halls, you both go and grab your hidden backpacks and change to cover up and scars or messed up elements before walking outside towards your table.

"Where the hell were you guys? I looked up and you were gone." Ned says, pointing at you. Mj comes back from the cafeteria, her eyebrows raised at Peter. "Must have been quite the shit. All the lines are closed man."

(He ended up confiscating both suits later that day. Because you got detention, he came to your house.)

me everyday because endgame:

the avengers is...it just is... I have so much to say bro. I can't 😭☠️

[system-of-a-feather]

(CW: Vent, CSA, grooming, blind trust / faith / following, physical abuse mention)

Honestly, some talk about our oldest sister, but I find it very very fucking satisfying to see how poorly her relationship with the rest of the family tanked the moment I realized the damage she did to us and refused to serve her anymore. Among many other things - much more nefarious and fucked up - she raised us to be her personal attack dog and to blindly defend her regardless and I kid you not, growing up - when she was there, when she WASNT there, when she was miles away and not doing herself any services - I spoke for and adovcated for and kept secrets for her to keep her image in our family clean, to counter the THREE times she had been disowned by our parents, to make sure our parents kept an open door for her. She did nothing to keep in good graces with the family other than sometimes playing nice with them but deadass told me the only reason she came to any of the parties was to be with me.

Which cute, wonderful and all, but the bitch fucking wanted that support from our family and its been like what? Two years or so? Since we cut ties with her? Stopped reporting our life to her every two weeks? Stopped keeping secrets of shit she did and said to keep her image clean? Stopped coming up with reasons and excuses for her behavior?

And what now? Our parents, who are the ever "good parents" tolerate her - barely and disgruntled? My middle sister acknowledges her as a right wing Amazon-working transphobic and possibly homophobic republican when my sister is MORE radical left in a number of areas than we are and what? She's now avoiding me and the family for holidays which makes our middle sister - who has BPD - take that as a massive slight and worsens that relationship? Increases the distance between her and the parents?

Good man. Good, stay away.

You aren't welcome here and I'm so fucking glad shes not coming that I was not even sardonic when my mom told me she actually decided to double back and just not come again.

Honestly, I don't have to wish her ill because honestly, she makes her own life horrible and ruins her relationships without me anyways and its been a never ending sense of schadenfreude to watch her ruin her own shit.

I also will say, I don't think I am over the sheer level of disrespect and realization as to how little respect and value she held to me when after YEARS and YEARS of fighting our family (both physically and verbally) for her, after being a blind loyal fucking dog to her for years, after being OK with all the garbage she exposed us to, handed us off to, and hurt us - she decided that she drew the line at me *checks notes* saying I need space for one holiday because *check notes* her husband who is / was ten years older than me when I was a minor was sending me *checks notes* a shit ton of pornography games when *checks notes* I was already a known grooming / CSA survivor that *checks notes* she at least enable and possibly *checks notes* facilitated.

Apparently, being her ride or die who blindly and faithfully believed anything she told us (even to the point of believing we had 2D vision and had special vision at age 14-16), APPARENTLY she wasn't sure if she would be able to still walk with me if I *checks notes* stated that I needed emotional space because I was processing CSA trauma and her husband - while not the main perpetrator - was enough of a part of that to the point it made me extremely uncomfortable.

I had literally made the decisions that I was aware she played a large role in that and made the decision that I was going to give her the benefit of the doubt, the benefit of my thousands of excuses and contexts that I used to get her out of shit with our parents, and say I would forgive her and that I understood despite her never ONCE apologizing. I was completely overlooking it and letting it fly for her role in it, all I needed was for ONE holiday that her creepy fucking weeb ass husband maybe DIDNT talk to me beyond basic pleasantries. And *that* was too much.

I'm honestly kind of thankful she drew that line (and then proceeded to DARVO and victim blame me) cause I really don't know if I could have ever taken the XIV part of my brain seriously about how much he hated her and how toxic she was because at the time, most of our system saw her as our only ally growing up.

XIV won that, and he was absolutely fucking right about her and well damn man, bless XIV being right.

But anyways, I had mentioned her in terms of Christmas and remembered its like the second anniversary of her completely being a total bitch about shit and TOTALLY dropping the ball on her blindly loyal attack dog and getting the fuck bit out of her.

Fucking angry bless hallelujah a fucking bitch ate shit.

Best thing she ever did was be such an idiot it made me realize she was a fucking toxic parasite that needed me far far far far far more than I need her.

Cause fuck her man. She can fucking sit in her castle of shit and cry about it as if she didn't build it herself.

[papermachedreamballoon]

@p33p33p00p00

i ADORE how in the start its immediately just like introduction to the snow (minus the piano that plays in itts), but the lyric change is so important to me so increidbly important..... "for merely dreaming we were snow" is likely referring to how they just wanted a nice, happy life, pure like snow, but they didnt get that because they were too carefree. "a siren sounds like the goddess who promises endless apologies of paradise" is probably talking about the sirens that are luring him to his death, as they sing in the voice of stella, who was like a goddess to him & promised that their lives together would be paradise. "& only she can make it right" instead of "knows only two can make it light" is foreshadowing his death, because "right" is said instead of "light", likely meaning that because there arent two of them anymore, he has to die so he can be with stella again (the light that most people apparently see before death). & THEN. my favorite line in the whole fucking song BECAUSE of the way i interpret it - "so things are different tonight". which doesnt seem like much at first, until you look at its corresponding line in itts; "you'll live forever tonight", because it directly references the fact he's going to die. he won't live forever this time. "we'll go together in flight" is about death by falling, in his case falling in love, because his love for her was sort of the reason he died. "its now & never, a reverie endeavor" is talking about how he is actively trying to die, because he has accepted the fact stella is dead, & its the only way he'll ever see her again. he's daydreaming about it often. he'll see her again very soon ("it's now") but he'll never see her again in his life ("& never"). "awaits somnambulant directives to take the helm" means he's drifting into a daydream again, however it's mostly guided by the sirens, & he's more hallucinating than anything, so they're practically controlling him. "believe me, darling, the stars were made for falling" is both a sort of dark line & a sweet line, meaning that their love was practically written in the stars because of how certain it was, but it was always meant to fall apart somehow (stella fucking died). "like melting obelisks as tall as another realm" is similar to the previous line; their love was pretty much written in stone, but it was never meant to last. "a group of children, the galaxies extend, garden of imagination" (originally in french but idk how to type it in french) is a line that was in "space station level 7" where stella ascends to heaven after being killed in "murders". this is likely where simon started to die, although he wasnt fully dead at this point. "bridging the gap, skating past the moon, watch as we evolve" (also originally in french) again, he's starting to die, not to the point where he sees the actual light you see before you die yet, but he thinks he is (he thinks thats what the moon is, because he cant see clearly). he's starting to 'bridge the gap' between him & stella, though. "it feels like flying, but maybe we're dying" is a reference to "we'll go together in flight" - he's aware his love for her was the literal death of him, although he isnt saddened by the fact he's dying; in fact, he's quite happy about it. he's so euphoric that he'll get to see stella again that he feels like he's flying. "a cosmic confluence of pyramids hologrammed" is probably meaning that while he thinks he's seeing stella again then & there, it's actually just the sirens that are mimicking her voice. "she knows you heard her, staging music murder" is where he fully realizes that he's dying in the hands of sirens. the sirens are aware of this now & begin to try & speed up his death. it's also a reference to an earlier song in which stella dies, murders, only now he's the one being killed. "(children born of one emotion)" is talking about how they were so focused on  their love for each other, "(our devotion's deepest ocean)" & they were deeply in love, "(no division)" but they were divided (again. stella fucking died. also the sirens are trying to lure him back into their song again to make it easier to kill him, so they're trying to make him daydream about a better reality where they were never divided) "(reasoned we'll be free)" is also referencing his daydream; what if being carefree lovers never hurt them? "to know we are beyond a bow" is referencing an earlier song, black rainbows, where they realized they were in love with each other. but in their deaths (simon currently dying but whatever), they're beyond that love. "& lo, the hues arrange to show its perfectly clear" is a line in black rainbows that's repeated here, only instead of them realizing their love for each other is 'perfectly clear', simon realizes their love never truly ended, as stella has been with him all this time, only she was unable to interact with him (her guiding voice in 'labyrinth' is a hallucination). he's at peace after this, & he realizes he'll be able to see her again if he only accepts his death. he now feels ok with doing so. the "oohs" before the long descent in notes signals the sirens luring him back into their song fully & the descent in notes signals his long awaited death. "you look quite divine tonight" is him talking to stella, as she is very beautiful now, having been restored to her previous state because she has departed from her body (which is a rotting corpse as we speak). "here among these vibrant lights" is referring to the stars, only they're much more vibrant than they were in their lives because they aren't on earth anymore (fucking obviously), & are in a paradise that closely resembles their final resting place; hawaii. only it's a black & white version, with nothing but them, the stars, & a rainbow showing color (the album cover pretty much). "pure delights surround us as we sail"  is them sailing off again, however this time they really don't need to worry; it's their paradise. nothing can go wrong anymore, & they're delighted about this. "signed, yours truly, the whale" is referencing isle unto thyself (the music video only), where simon is represented by a whale. it signals that he's the one talking. its also referencing joe hawley's twitter @, which is a fucking anagram or whatever of his last name (hawley). "joy mirages kingdom come" the first 2 words represent how he daydreamed & hallucinated for most of the final days of his life, & the last 2 words represent how he finally doesn't have to daydream anymore; he's now "living" his daydreams. "no-one left at stake" means that they're now together. stella isn't left alone anymore ("stake" referencing how people were killed on stakes in medieval times (why did he fucking reference that)). "now that existence is on the wake" is talking about how they're both dead & living in their own paradise/heaven. it's their existence now. "let's see what we can make" is them going to live out the life they always wanted but never got the chance to have (again they fucking died). "apart is wholly ending" their time apart has ended. "a line in any final song" dream sweet in sea major is the final song on hawaii part ii, & every line in this song can be related back to at least one of each song on the album (there's humming before the black rainbows line. this humming was the same humming in "stranded lullaby". everything after simon's death can be related to time machine, specifically the line "you've been waiting forever, but you can make ever wait for you. do what you wanted to/wanna do") "so long, so far" the song is 7 fucking minutes long. there's still like another 2 minutes left but this is one of the last lyrics in the song. it really is so long so far huh. also i have a theory for it being 7 minutes long on the dot but ill say that in a second. "we will be atoning" theyre apologizing to each other. how sweet (DREAM SWEET IN SEA MAJOR. ILL TALK ABOUT THE MEANING BEHIND THE TITLE TOO BTW that will take like 30 seconds probably). "at last, eternal through the past" they're finally 'eternal', meaning that they'll never have to part again like they did in the past. "above a blinding star" is a reference to the "blinding shining star" line in isle unto thyself, where simon helped her realize she was not in fact unlovable. it's also talking about the light you see before you die. they're both dead now, so that light is there forever. i like to think that that's what the moon they're seeing is, rather than the earth's moon, despite the fact they look identical. "bye, hi. sigh, hawaii" is talking about "aloha", which is a hawaiian word for either "hi" or "bye" depending on the context. the last 2 words are about that & also the next line, which youll see how in a second. "we never meant to part, sublime, thy art" they never meant to part after he sailed to hawaii. they never wanted it to be this way. but it really ended up making their love a beautiful work of art (referencing how hawaii part ii tells a story of 2/ii lovers, who parted in hawaii after one sailed there & they met). "one light, higher than the sun, invisible to some until it's time" (fucking long ass line) is referencing that same light that's been mentioned 3 fucking times before. or 2 i dont remember. the "time" being seconds away from death. that's the end of the song ok. ONTO the title. "dream sweet in sea major" the song is set in the key c major. the story is set in hawaii & thus has a lot to do with the sea, especially this song, since he's being killed in the sea. he daydreams a lot in the beginning/middle of the song as well. they have a sweet reunion in the end. they really do dream sweet in sea major after all huh. ok hold on let me say one last thing. the song has so many references to other songs because 1: its the final song in the album & its fucking cool to reference all of the other songs. & 2: the references are all simon remembering/recalling his life with her, because he feels like it was the only part of life that made it worth living. he sailed to hawaii because he had nothing better to do, so his life pretty much felt like it started there. this is also the reason its 7 minutes long. apparently, the last 7 minutes of brain activity left while you're dying are spent remembering your life. that & with that many references 7 minutes is like the minimal amount of time for it.

ok keep in mind this is just my interpretation of it :3

[chimericchaos]

This is absolutely true but i do feel it in all areas, whether it is writing or drawing or anything creative, we tend to judge and predetermine our work by others' abilities and what else is in the field/market/economy/space. This is why you shouldnt compare your work to others and just let your brain do what it wants.

But also no. Honey you do not need to have really any thought when writing. If all drawing is putting lines on a page, then all writing is putting imagined scenarios into words. You dont need to really think about it, at least not at first. Write whatever silly thing you feel like writing down and if you feel like it needs more, then add more layers to it. My example, i started my wip in grade 7. I had no clue what a "theme" was then, or how to "create tension" or "flow" in the lines. I didnt care. Heres this one guy, he can shoot lazerbeams like goku. He can fly. Yeah no one knows how it works it just does.

But as time went on and i finished and refinished and refinished planning out the bare bones of the series, i started adding little bits that just *made sense*. Yes his hero friend is also now a tragic love interest. He can also see throughout all of space and time. Yes he did know that the hero would die *and in fact he knew but still chose to love anyway*. Yes he wrote a song lamenting hero's death before hero was even born because he has been around for aeons.

And oh yes, the hero who died, he didnt. And also he did, but didnt. You see, it was an evil clone of him that fused with the other three of the four horsemen of apocalypse, who blackened his name while he was being held captive in a stasis chamber by the evil corporation. But actually no he also did die, because his Self, his consciousness, died and manifested in the collective unconscious which is an alternate plane of reality that has a sea of blood that is a metaphor for war and all the conflict that occurred since the First Kalpa. There hero manifests in the blood sea and he swims to what he thinks is God but is actually a giant golden tree that "pushed away the Nothing" and therefore keeps the sun-moon from crashing into the collective unconscious. Thanatos shows up and is absolutely puzzled why hero has manifested here and not in the underworld, a sub-plane of the collective unconscious, because the blood sea only really manifests gods. This is but a small taste of the horror that is to come.

And the magic system wasnt a thing when i started. You recall he shooted lazer beams. Blue lazerbeams. It was just like that. There was no rhyme or reason to it, no elemental magic sytem. But now it turns out that there is. Its a weird elemental-colour-emotion magic system that has about 16 different schools of magic that originated in the collective unconscious with the coloured waters that create everything there is. Blue is the colour of water, of sadness, of knowledge. He has gained and wielded knowledge as a weapon since his first fight, and now his powers reflect that. But that also connects to the fact that he is The Oracle, or at least contains the spirit of her, because multiple gods/concepts/ideologies can be born into a single body, and YES this Oracle is aware that the real hero consciousness died and was replaced with a 2-dimensional hero of Order, and she does try to alert the rest of the team to this. And the love interest knows this too, he always has.

Anyway long story short, what was a funny little doodle on my brain has become a way-too-complicated story about What It Means To Live. And fuck capitalism. So yeah the point is dont worry about what things are now. Everything grows with time, and if you find yourself coming back to this little doodle you can add layers onto it until it becomes something. Start with little notes and a summary. Come back to it later. Sketch a few lines of dialogue, however cringe it may sound at first, youll fix it up later.

You dont have to have the intent to write a story that changes the world. If you choose to keep coming back to it, or if it knaws in your brain enough, eventually it will become that, and you probably wont realize it has until you read over it a few times. Like magic.

Sucks that with art I feel like I can just get silly with it and it'll be fine if I'm messy. I just draw silly little guys and its fine... but if I try to even go near writing- or heaven forbid poetry, I feel like It needs to be thought out 3 years in advance with atleast 4 motifs related to the bakers of the byzantine empire and the syllabic structure of an enlightened Hamlet.

Can poetry just feel fun and silly?? And not make me feel like I have to change the world within 17 syllables????

[bcdwhcre]

“Pain,” Levi x Reader

Summary: a love story that ends tragically

Soft boyfriend Levi🤧🥺

Warnings: angssssst, like PAIN pain.

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One mistake.

One mistake was all it took.

You didn’t think the plan through enough, you didn’t slice the blade hard enough, you didn’t do anything good enough.

Levi had woken up to soft kisses being planted on his face, him wanting to sleep in weighed heavily on his body while you grew too impatient for him to wake up on his own. Your fingertips danced around his bare chest, your chin resting on the palm of your hand as you admired him.

“C’mon, it’s already ten in the morning, that’s a little too long for Levi.” You teased, running your hand up his chest and grabbed a hold on his chin before you planted another kiss on his lips then another then another until he grabbed the back of your head and kept you in place as his lips danced with yours.

You pulled back, breathless, and he smirked up at you before he had rolled over on top of you. He had you trapped on the mattress and you instantly gulped, looking up at his sleepy eyes while his hair hung down over your face, his bare chest inches away from yours and your cheeks grew hot.

Levi had chuckled at your nervous state, laying his body on yours and rested his head on top of your chest, cuddling into you like a baby and you slipped your arms around him, rubbing your hand up and down the skin on his back, earning a low hum from him in response.

“The mission is tonight... right?” You brought up, making him groan before answering in a low tone.

“No need to remind me but yes.” Levi wanted to enjoy this moment with you, they were rare to have them and he didn’t want to ruin it in anyway, neither did you.

Another mission had to be done tonight and you really didn’t want to go but it obviously had to be done, it was too important to pass up and that made your nerves increase as you tried to cuddle your boyfriend closer to you.

Your arms gripped onto him tighter, your fingers tangling up in his messy hair and your legs hooking around his hips, making Levi move his head to look up at the side of your face, nudging his nose against your cheek.

“What’s the matter?” He said barely above a whisper, one of his hands on your waist and he gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“I just have a bad feeling about tonight. A hunch.” You felt stupid once you said it out loud, a hunch wasn’t a reliable source to go off of but you couldn’t help the overwhelming anxiety clouding your head.

“A hunch? Why’s that?”

“I just do, Lev.” You shook your head, trying to brush it off and wanting to long forget about it.

Levi fully moved his head to look down at your fear filled eyes, tilting his head and he reached up to brush your hair back, not knowing what to say but he tried his best to comfort you gently.

He planted a gentle kiss to your forehead, letting it linger there for a few seconds and pulled back to meet your gaze again, grabbing a hold on your chin with his hand.

“You’re overthinking it, Y/N. Everything will be alright and we’ll be back tomorrow morning and we’ll celebrate.” He smirked, running his tongue over his lips before placing one last kiss to your mouth before slipping out of bed.

You had whined at the loss contact when he got up, watching his bare back before he slipped on his white button up, his muscles flexing slightly as he pushed it on his shoulders and turned towards you while buttoning it up.

“Get your ass up, come on.”

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Hours had went by faster than what you would like, you and Levi had stayed in your bedroom for most of the day until it grew closer to the time where the scouts had to leave.

You had shoved on your uniform, putting your hair up in a messy bun and zipped up your boots before you walked down the hallway to the room where all the scouts stood in, ready to be given orders by the Commander himself.

“We all know what the plan is, do what is needed to be done so we can hurry home.” Erwin simply said, not wanting to waste any time to start the expedition.

You had gathered up your horse, sighing under your breath as the anxiety in the pit of your stomach grew. Your anxiety has never been this bad but there was just something about today that made you want to puke.

Levi noticed when he saw your hands shaking while grabbing onto the rope, he stood behind you and grabbed a hold on your hand.

“Hey, if you’re not feeling okay then stay here.” He whispered from behind you and you shook your head repeatedly, turning your head just a bit to glance at him.

“No, I’m fine. Ive trained for this.” You assured him you were fine and he helped you jump on your horse, placing his hand on your thigh and gave it a squeeze.

“I love you.” He said loud enough for only you to hear, giving you a small smile and turned to get on his own horse.

All scouts had rode off in the distance, your coat secured around your body and your hood up over your head. You rode behind Levi with the cadets, the closer you all had gotten to the place, the more your stomach had cramped up, twisting and turning.

You had went in your position when you arrived, standing on top of the wall and held onto one of the blades, your eyes looked up at the night sky as the moon shined bright enough above, making the nightly Titans awake and dangerous.

“A Titan on the left!” You heard a cadet scream, shooting up a flare to make everyone aware and you had glanced over at the Titan who was running over.

Shortly behind him, there comes a big crowd of Titans and you gasped under your breath, hearing another couple flares being shot off in the distance.

This wasnt apart of the plan.

You used your gear, jumping off the giant wall and shot your hook to dig into the cement as you swung up in the air, flying across the sky towards the Titans and spun out both blades as you managed to easily take down the first one.

Another Titan was quick to reach for you and even wrapped his hand around your small frame, close to crushing you until you use the blades to slice up his hand and cut off his fingers.

It had been almost an hour and more Titans continued to come and you were starting to become tired and drained, same with the other cadets.

Levi had tried to keep his eyes on you but he was busy on his own trying to take down as many Titans as he can. There was something about the amount of Titans coming in their direction, like they were being told to all come here at the same time and that made Levi uneasy, maybe you were right about the hunch.

You had dropped the dull blades, putting new ones in and as the sweat gathered on your forehead, you leaped towards another Titan but this one was acting more different than the others.

He was far more intelligent and you had been distracted for a mere second until his large hand had grabbed onto you in an instant, in less than a second he had squeezed you enough to crack a few bones in your small body causing a loud scream of agony left your parted lips.

Levi’s head snapped towards you, the fear washing over his face and he had jumped, using the ODM gear to try to reach you fast enough but deep in his mind he had known he wouldn’t make it.

“Y/N!” He shouted, making your head turn towards him while the blood had slid down the side of your face.

Your vision began to blur, your eyes meeting the Titans large ones as he stared at you and you felt like everything was going in slow motion. His mouth opened, giving you a view of his big teeth and in that one minute, you knew it you were in a situation you wouldn’t get out of.

His hand had crushed you harder, making your body completely numb and a gush of blood splash your face and the Titan had let his grip on you go as you started to fall, you were too weak to use the gear attached to your waist and you couldn’t even focus your eyes on anything.

Levi had sliced the Titans nape, his eyes on you as you fell and he tried to dive to you, shooting the hook up in the Titans body to stable himself. Your eyes met his as tears began to sting his eyes, everything was coming to a reality.

I won’t make it, I won’t make it, I won’t make it.

Levi repeated to himself in his head, reaching his arms out towards you and he had thought of the last minute resort. He didn’t want to but, it was the only option to not let you land on the hard ground that would definitely kill you instantly.

He grunted, shooting the other hook down and watched it slice through your shoulder, making him wince at the sight of it but it prevented you from hitting the ground and you hung on the wire, slowly going in and out of consciousness.

Levi landed on the ground, quickly grabbing you and ripping the hook out from your shoulder, looking behind him as he saw the Titans come closer.

“Levi, you need to get on the wall!” Erwin shouted towards him and he glanced down at you, not wanting to move your body anymore considering how crushed and beaten it was.

But he managed to shoot up the wall, carefully laying you down once he made it to the top. Your eyes couldn’t focus on anything, even the moon was a blur to you until Levi’s face came into your view, the weak smile on your face made him panic.

“Hey, are you okay? Can you feel what’s broken? Can you move your legs? Arms?” He rushed out, half of it you couldn’t even hear, it was like he was far away whispering to you.

“Lev,” You choked out, your body completely paralyzed and your eyes closing and opening repeatedly.

“Y/N, please, move something for me.” He was convinced you were paralyzed, shit, he was convinced that you were dead and your brain was still functioning for the last time.

“Fuck, hey, Y/N, don’t close your eyes, keep them on me.” You never seen Levi this scared but your brain still couldn’t fully processed why he was scared and why he was panicking. was something happening?

You opened your eyes again, keeping them on his and your weak broken arm had moved slightly, just to reach up and grab a hold of his face. You were clueless and he could tell that this may be your last moments and your brain was tricking you into thinking you were fine so you wouldn’t go out in pain.

Levi’s face had been full of blood mixed with tears, his hand gently grabbing your wrist while the other had brushed the loose strands of hair from your face. He should’ve trusted your hunch, he knew you always had a good feeling about things but he was stupid, he wanted this plan to go good and now look at you, dying before his eyes and he couldn’t do a goddamn thing about it, you were too far from the walls, you were too far from a real doctor.

“Levi, why are you crying?” You mumbled, your thumb swiping across his cheek to wipe them away and you frowned at how upset your boyfriend looked.

“It’s nothing,” He lied, giving you a pained smile and he leaned down to place a quick kiss on your forehead.

“Are you sure? You can tell me anything, Lev.” You assured him, placing your palm on his warm flushed cheek and he couldn’t help but choke on his own sobs.

“I just,” He started off, closing his mouth as he tried to put himself together just for you but it was damn near impossible to control his sobs that formed a big lump in his throat.

“I love you so much, don’t forget that, please.” His breath was shaky, everything around them had frozen still.

He had completely forgotten about the Titans, his main focus on you as he tried his best to make you as comfortable as possible but deep down he was dying inside, hating himself for not being able to help you or take you back home.

“I love you just as much, Levi.” Another weak smile spread across your face before you started to choke up blood, letting him know it was nearing time.

“Levi?” You coughed again, still clueless on your surroundings until it had suddenly clicked in your brain.

His sobs had gotten louder and more obvious, the pain written across his face and the way he was repeating I love yous and placing kisses on your hand and on your face.

I’m dying?

You thought to yourself, furrowing your eyebrows and looking back up at your broken down boyfriend. He looked like a frightened little boy, latching onto your body tighter and held you in his lap, not being able to handle his emotions as they spilled out in front of you.

“Yea?” He barely whispered, cupping your cheek as your head laid against his arm as he held you close to him.

“Don’t be upset, please.. those cadets out there, they need you.”

“But I need you,” A whimper slipped past his lips and you couldn’t help but feel your heart break inside your chest.

“I’m always here, I always will be here. I’m not leaving you, Lev.” He stared at you, taking in uneven breaths as he shook his head.

“Levi, look at me.” Your voice was starting to crack and your body started growing cold. Levi was beginning to notice as he made eye contact with you, his bottom lip trembling.

“I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. I just wanted you to know that you made me happier than I’ve ever been in a long time.” You admitted, another big cough of blood had came up, burning your throat in the process.

You started to have trouble taking full breaths, your vision becoming blurry once again but you made sure to keep them on Levi, you needed to at least. And as you laid there, taking your last few breaths you had heard one last I love you from Levi as well as his lips on your forehead before it had went dark.

Levi stared down at you for what felt like hours, your eyes closed and your chest stopped rising minutes ago. He knew you were gone but he didn’t want to believe it. He hated him, he absolutely hated himself.

As his tears flood his cheeks, he felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at Hange as she gestured him that it was ready to go.

He didn’t leave your body though, he risked carrying you back on his horse. He wanted to give you a proper burial, it’s what you deserved. He kept you in his arms as he rode back to the main wall they stayed behind, he had put his coat over your face, he couldn’t handle looking at you as you laid there lifeless.

Everyone was quiet, they knew not to speak to Levi or even comfort him in anyway, they decided to let him mourn and do what he thought was right for him and that was getting home.

Erwin had helped bury you by the river behind the wall, close to where the base was at. He knew you liked coming here, you two actually came here a lot so he thought the area was perfect for you.

After it was done, he sat beside your burial site by himself and looked up at the stars. He had cried too much to the point where he was now emotionless and his cold stare was up at the sky, not knowing how to really feel.

He had held your coat in his hands, his fingers running over your badge that was stitched on and he closed his eyes, just for a second so he could see your face in his thoughts.

But pain was still all he felt.

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Bruuuuh when I tell you I am crying over my own imagine—

I’m so sorry for anyone that reads this lmao

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Hey! Can u write about y/n riding dracos dick but with shirt on ? She’s holding the headboard of her bed for support. And then her friends comes into her room to ask something but she don’t see Draco under her so she don’t think much. Dracos being a jerk and moving inside her that it’s hard for y/n to be normal? Ty!!!

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“Do you want to ride me?” Draco rasped, using his spare hand ,that wasn’t stroking your waist, to use his thumb pad to rub your vulva lips. He smirked, when your breath hitched at his actions, nodding desperately. He used his hands to hitch up your shirt, showing him your bare vagina.

He breathed heavily, at the sight of you naked under his slytherin quidditch shirt. Now able to see he glides his fingers back and forth, each time dipping his finger into your hole teasingly. “Dra-” You began biting your lip to constrain your moans from your housemates nearby.

Like the jerk he is, he moved his index finger that wasn’t spreading your juices ,to silence you. His three fingers going into your mouth, just pressing against the back of your throat restricting your air. He grinned at the view when your eyes rolled to the back of your head. But even more suprised when you took control; holding his hand to guide his fingers in and out of your mouth.

For 20 seconds or more he lay watching his girlfriend in an ethereal new light. Your sex had normally consisted of missionary and not much else; but tonight something different was in the air. Once you guided his hand out for the last time, Draco was too aroused to not be inside of you that very moment.

Crushing his lips against yours, he used this time as a distraction to sneak a hand down to his growing cock stood tall between your bodies. Just as you sucked his bottom lip between yours, you felt a spark ignore between your legs. Draco had moved his dick to stroke against your lips, the tip disappearing on between your folds; as he began to get himself off from you.

“Fuck Draco. Just put it in.” You cried out, circulating your hips in any way you can just to feel more. Draco watched you with admoration, he slightly leaned up bringing your body close to his. “I love you, y/n. You’re so perfect for me, y’know.” He purred, his words leaving behind a whisper of a tease over your neck.

Aligning your hips above one another you hungrily sunk down onto Malfoy’s cock, taking all of it inside you. Instantly, the room was filled with gutteral moans and grunts from you both, words not enough to even begin describing the ecstasy waving over your connected bodies. His eyes sinful, Draco took the liberty to snap his hips up in to yours.

Annoyed, you pushed his hips down, taking charge of him yourself. You gasped at the feeling of his inches penetrating you so harshly and stretching you so vastly. Draco watched in bliss as you took his penis for your own; moving your hips so sensually in all directions to feel all of him. “Your so fucking big. Fuck,” you whimpered closing your eyes from the shockwaves between your connected skin.

As you began, to ride his dick faster he watched the way your breasts bounced in his shirt; becoming highly aroused when your nipples began to show through it. Even more so when his attention went to his cock, watching the way it disappeared inside of you; taking all of him. His heart was racing; he had never seen you ride him but now it may be his favourite thing of all.

The room was tranquil; except from you and Draco’s mind-blowing sex. Both you and him loving the sound of his dick sliding against your juices; sloshing together. “C’mere.” He groaned, moving to hold on to your bare ass cheeks, he fondeled them for a moment before spanking your cheek relentlessly. “You like that? You like being treated like that?” He asked, using his grip on your ass to help you take more of his dick inside you.

You didn’t even respond to his question, only answering physically by grinding your hips harder on his dick. The curve of your ass rubbing against his balls; sharing the attention with his dick. In ecstasy, his hands fly to the top of his head pulling on your pillow.

Just as a moan was about to erupt from your lips again, something interrupted you. “Y/n! Oh merlin I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Your friend Hannah, screamed walking into your dorm, to your luck only standing by the door. From her view, she couldn’t see what you and Draco were currently doing underneath you.

There were a couple reasons as to why you wouldn’t bare for Hannah to see you riding Draco. First of all the school wasnt aware of your relationship with the Slytherin boy so you wouldn’t want to be outed in such a way. Secondly, you were having sex. And who in their right mind would want to see that on a tuesday night.

“Oh. Hannah, hi.” You blurted, turning your body just a little bit to face her. You knew your face was fully red from the exercise you’d been having. She smiled at you completely oblivious to anything. Specifically when Draco had began to fuck into you, his fingers gripped your thighs that had been still for a minute or so. The small gap between you both allowed him to be able to push his dick back into you at small thrusts.

Biting back a moan, “So what do you n-need?” Stuttering slightly when he lined his finger onto your clit rubbing it. While you waited for her to respond you glanced down to see Draco. He was sporting his infamous smirk, winking at you to keep it a secret from her. “You have my potions notebook, remember? I have homework for it tomorrow.” You nodded at her, now recalling taking the book from her two nights ago.

Draco hadn’t stopped yet, still maintaining to slide his penis in you underneath you. He was to lustful to not continue loving into you, continuing the pleasure. “R-right. It’s here let me get it.” You reached down to your bedside drawer, full of your books. The angle cause your boobs to hang over his face, clothed still. Your hand scuffled around your draws trying to find her book, but Draco had other plans.

His hand clasped around your boob, kneading it in his hand while his dick found itself at new angle inside of you. His pelvis circulating to slide in and out of you once more. “Here!” You yelled far too awkwardly and loudly when it appeared.

Hannah nodded thankfully taking herself out of the room, leaving you and Draco again. “You fucking asshole.” You cried out, resuming to ride up and down his dick as fast as you could manage; raking your nails down his chest. Only a minute later and Draco had made you dissolve into pleasure. Screaming his name, as you bounced relentlessly over his manhood.

Your head fell against his chest leaving fast little kisses against his collarbone. He looked down at you in sensation loving the way face were so secretly dirty with him. You hummed in pleasure as his fingers traced over your back. “I think we found a new kink.”

[eremiie]

okay but hear me out hear me out

gojo would make you wear his blindfold

pairing; gojo x reader 

note; I WASNT GONNA WRITE TODAY BUT BUT

it was dark, your senses were heightened, the sound of him dallying around you was so prevalent, so there. 

every step he took made your head whip in the direction, your hands scrunch at the sheets under you, it made your knees knock together in anticipation, and god did you wish you could see.

where was he?

the feeling of a hand fitting itself snugly against your hip made your body jump, your breathing stutter, and the only thing that kept you grounded in the spot you were at was the familiarity of it. it was gojo, pulling you towards him, and it was only then that you payed attention to the dip of the bed as he kneeled on it.

his hands were warm. while one was pressing against your hip the other one slid up your back, pushing down to make you arch until your cheek was smushed against the bed, and you couldn’t help but whimper feeling his abdomen rub up against you.

it felt better than it should have, maybe because you were hyper aware of everything from the way you were breathing to the small chuckles he’d let out everytime a body part of yours would twitch.

you were like a mouse being hunted by a cat, cautious and aware of every little thing around you thanks to the black blindfold that guarded your vision.

if you were the mouse, then gojo was the cat; the thing was, you were already hunted.

“why are you so scared, doll?” he hummed lowly, and you could practically see the smirk on his face. “what? you don’t like my idea?”

you shook your head, the fabric underneath you scratching your cheeks and under the blindfold your eyes were squinted, as if narrowing your line of sight would’ve helped you see any better than you already couldn’t. “can’t see.” your voice was small and timid.

“well that’s the whole point.” a low laugh that went right down to your throbbing cunt, maybe it was that or the finger that began tracing up and down it, collecting the slick that was beginning to pool, making it glisten.

your back arched more and you tried rocking yourself on his finger but his hip had an iron grip on you, and you could only whimper. “a little patient, maybe?” his finger slipped away and when he spoke again your breath hitched, you could hear him right beside your ear as he asked, “you want me that bad?”

and instead of shaking your head you nod, “yes please.” maybe if you spoke to him nicely he wouldn’t take his time, become as submissive as possible, be at his mercy (it’s not like you already weren’t).

“i guess i could be nice today, after all, it’s not much you can do.” his slender fingers pat the top of your head before sliding down to grip around the back of the blindfold, pulling it back and making you yelp as your upper body was lifted from the bed.

you felt exposed, your tits bouncing against your chest as you were lifted, your arms in front of you as if you were trying to steady yourself, and you could feel his eyes on you, trailing down your body from where his head was tilted next to yours, back pressed against yours. 

your mouth was parted as you felt his cock rubbing in between your folds. and you knew you were getting him wet because of the way he slid between your lips so flawlessly with no effort— the way he slid into you with no effort, your body lurching forward by instinct and your hand flying to his side as you let out a moan that hid his groan.

he bottomed out, and you relaxed your body a bit when he pulled out slowly then slid back in even slower. although, it was short lived as he thrusted up into you hard with a grunt, a gasp leaving your lips. “gojo—”

“shh,” your hands stretched for the bed, wanting to feel something underneath you, and he gave you that liberty, loosening his grip on the blindfold and letting you get on all fours, still holding onto the blindfold like a leash while he began moving in and out of you. “feel good, right?”

“mhm,” your ass bounced against him as he fucked into you, occasionally pulling your head back a bit, while his was thrown back in pleasure at the way he used you as he pleased, the way you squeezed around him and rocked yourself back into him at times. 

it almost didn’t matter that you couldn’t see because the way he fucked you felt ten times better, you could feel him sliding against your walls and the sound of your messy cunt around him went straight to both of your ears. 

“i bet you wish i could fuck you like this all the time, hm?” every push of his hips was rough, body being staggered forward. 

when you didn’t answer right away, too focused on the way he pounded into you, he gave a small tug to the blindfold, and you hastily nod, “yes, wan’ you to fuck me like this all the time.”

“so you do like the blindfold?” you didn’t understand how he could speak so clearly through the pleasure, his words being scrambled in your brain.

“yeah, yeah,” 

he chuckled, letting go of the blindfold and letting it hit the back of your head, you immediately burying your head into the sheets, and your hips raising for him to hit deeper, because he felt so good and you just wanted more, just wanted to feel him more. 

“good, cause i like it too, i don’t think it’s going anywhere.”

rip me i got lazy lol

[chili-aux]

Im honestly so done with aot fandom wars really. I now let people spew whatever shit they want. It gets toxic in the end. I started hating so many characters because of this irritating fandom till I realized that a bunch of teenagers dont have the right to steal my love for this story away from me. Theyre so ridiculous really it looks like a bunch of kids decided to watch AOT and miss the point entirely. Yams wrote a beautiful story that gets more interesting when you reread it. I wasnt even aware of shipping wars till I finished the manga only to realize its hellfire here. I just assumed oh Erwin loved Marry but chose the corps how sad. Shadis had a thing for Carla. Bittersweet. Oh Ymir and Historia loved each other. Tragic. Reiner is a historia simp great. Oh Levi and Hanji are closeted lovers who just cant accept they're into each other. And thats it. But I went online just to see wow manga discussions yaaay and I ran into middle school children shipping Levi with Eren/Mikasa I mean are you ok? Are you not unhinged? Do you need therapy? Seriously guys wtf? Levi/Erwin? WTF? They're literally brothers wtf? Hange/Moblit, WTF? Are you even aware of the concept of friendship and loyalty that runs in the army? Do you think everyone in the army is in love with each other wtf is this logic Im sorry Im so done with this fandom. AOT deserved better fans who'd appreciate the story and its depth. Apart from a few plotholes that made no sense. (Especially hanji's useless fking death, dude she could've lived ok its so unfair. Anyways) I also can't stand it when people start making Yuri and Yaoi ships of two clearly straight characters. I don't mind if you ship characters within a show that have some sort of legitimacy FROM THE SOURCE MATERIAL. But literally changing everything about characters just so they can fit your idea of a stupid ship is pathetic. A character is so much more than someone you ship with someone. Grow tf really.

hi anon, thank you for sharing! i am tired too. i honestly cannot wait for the time i will get over this anime, but if that time comes, i will still ship levihan and probably continue making fanfics about them. at this moment though, I still hyper-fixate on this ship.

I agreed with some of your points, like that with a bunch of kiddos ruining our experience cuz damn, I've seen it a lot after I joined the fandom but I just stayed on my place and blocked a lot of them for peace of mind. And really, at first, I don't have any ship in aot not until i rewatched it for the 2nd time, that's when I have noticed levihan's bond then boom, I'm riding this ship forever. But when I dove through aottwt, I discovered that eren-levi and those ships that involved a veteran and a 104th member exist, damn I just wanna cringe so hard (or i did cringe hard) cuz why? that's fukcing illegal, my brain can't even comprehend why some people ship those characters who obviously treat each other in canon in a parental-child way.

and hange's death? so true! it's just useless when falco will have the ability to turn into a titan and fly by the later chapters -_- they're just one day away from the end of the rumbling but... fck I'm sad again.

however, i do not agree with some of your points.

disclaimer: I'm not mad anon!

eruri and mobuhan aren't illegal. people can ship them cuz of the exact reason that you said - the concept of friendship and loyalty that runs in the army. i admit I cannot see levi/erwin and hange/moblit in a romantic relationship too like how you perceived it, they're just more like superior-subordinate for me that I can't affiliate their relationship to bud in something that will surpass that. but the loyalty and friendship between those characters, i think, are enough for other people to ship them. why? because there aren't any spoken rules in shipping so we don't have the right to dictate what they ship (proshippers aren't included. stop.)

and babe, what's wrong with yuri and yaoi ships?? aot characters' genders aren't mentioned in the source material (though i see hange as nonbinary cuz of the searches that i made before when i kept on seeing gender wars that always involved hange.)

the case is, there's this term called 'projecting'. people are often doing this in the fictional characters that they love - projecting their identity or what they headcanon about this certain character that, whether we like it or not, often diverge away from the source material. i believed that there's no harm in doing so. they see erwin as gay? let them. they see nanaba as nonbinary? let them. they see levi as pansexual? let them. they ship mikasasha? let them. they ship ererei(erenxreiner)? let them.

it's pride month babe. and even if it's not pride month, people can ship yaoi and yuri. people can project their identities that they cannot express in real life to their favorite characters. and you can't stop them from doing so no matter what. that is their decision and we don't have a say on that. it's not pathetic nor dumb.

but yes, do not reduce any character to ship material. that's downright stupid. and as anon said, grow the fuck up.

thank you for sharing still. and as I've said, I'm not mad! i just want to clear some things that i don't share the same sentiment with you.

[angelicmichael]

living after midnight

Brooke Thompson x Montana Duke

Summary: Brooke and Montana get a bit intoxicated and get a bit carried away while going night swimming. Based off this post I made a week ago hehe

Words: 3.1k+

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and also vague mentions of weed, stripping (no nudity tho LOL), lotssss of sexual tension, lots of fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, weird yearning angst for like .02 seconds lmao

A/N: Hey guys, sorry if this is random but I got random inspo for brotana so.. here this is lmao. Believe it or not I did try to make this under 1k words but.. I got carried away so I’m sorry that’s it’s long 😭. But the fic happens sometime after Brooke and Montana meet but before any camp redwood fuckery happens lmao. Anyway I hope y’all like this!! This is also probably the fastest I’ve ever written a fic so I hope it’s atleast decent haha. Anyway enjoy <3

A gentle breeze danced against Brookes exposed skin. The midnight air cold on its own regard but it seemed to blend perfectly with the extensive heat that radiated from the bonfire she sat in front of.

The night was entirely pitch black. The moon was vacant from the sky, leaving the only source of light to come from the giant fire that sat at Brookes shoes.

It was admittedly a bit unsettling being in almost the total darkness, especially with how many girls had recently gone missing in L.A as of late but the beer in her system had mostly put those thoughts to rest. Plus, being with three men and Montana was also reassuring. Even if she didn’t exactly know Xavier, Chet or Ray that well but.. she knew Montana.

It was nearly impossible to forget about how they met.. in the girls locker room in the showers and well; it’s not as if things were any less weird now. Showers or not.

It’s not as if Brooke and Montana were best friends or super close, because that definitely wasnt the case; but they weren’t acquaintances either by any means. The weird tension and ‘playfulness’ that lied between them ruled out being friends.. or that’s Brooke liked to think anyway when she had one too many things to drink. Like now.

Her legs twitched a bit restlessly; content at the ambience that surrounded her but not content with her current state of being. Like how she knew she should be enjoying herself, drunk, not caring about particularly anything at all but instead all she could do was fucking care. Her thoughts were purely infiltrated with Montana and it was embarrassing, to say the least but now that she was intoxicated there was really no harm in fighting it. No matter how annoying and taunting those thoughts truly were.

After all, Why should she not think about how nice it would be to feel Montana’s hands (which she knew had to be soft and delicate) on her waist and down her back? Why should she not think about Montana’s soft lips moving against her own, a few strands of her bleached hair (which definitely had lost it softness due to excessive over bleaching) brushing up against her face accidentally?

That was a rhetorical question; because she knew exactly why she avoided those type of thoughts on a normal day to day basis. Not because it would make things awkward between them but because it was beyond fucking painful to imagine scenarios that would never happen.. Never.

The smell of the fire and the sounds of the wood crackling, which was far too dry and poorly stacked (neither Xavier, Chet or Ray could build a proper fire to save their life), helped bring Brooke out of her thoughts and bit more into reality. So did the gentle sway of the tree branches which she could see in her peripheral vision, since they were right on the cusp of a forest that cut off to a beach. Ocean waves which slowly dragged across the sand were also soothing to listen too, albeit distant over the sound of Brookes friends screaming and laughing and being heavily intoxicated over what was more than just alcohol and weed.

Brooke reached down and swiftly grabbed the beer can which was previously lodged upright in the sand. Lifting the can up to her lips and cringing and unconsciously tensing up as she swallowed until the can was nearly weightless - wiping her mouth with the back of her hand just to see-

“Montana?!” Brooke nearly yelled. Both alcohol and temporary shock making her speak way louder than what was realistically needed.

Montana, who was previously standing several feet away with the boys was suddenly seated right next to Brooke on the log with no warning. Probably having moved over while Brooke was poorly chugging the alcohol she hated.. but she couldn’t help but to notice that their thighs (as well as basically their entire sides) were touching as she tried to wipe the alcohol that had embarrassingly dripped down her front in a frenzy.

Chet and Xavier looked back at them from a few feet away as they smoked what Brooke knew had to be a joint. Briefly laughing and giving the pair of women an amused glance before turning around and immersing themselves in whatever conversation they were previously having.

Brooke sheepishly met Montana’s gaze, feeling her cheeks grow nearly unbearably hot at the awareness that she was now being watched.. studied almost.

“Sorry,” Brooke added with a giggle.

Montana responded with a slight upturn of her lips; amused with Brookes actions not because she found it necessarily funny or pitiful, but for the sole reason that.. it was cute and endearing that Brooke couldn’t really hold her alcohol for shit.

It made her unique and different from everyone else Montana acquainted herself with. People that Montana had to basically learn to keep up with.. but Brooke on the other hand was different.. She was a breath of fresh air, and that’s why Montana assumed she was so attracted to her (besides her looks, of course).

Montana tried her best to ignore and not be bothered by the fact that Brooke was wasting perfectly good alcohol by wiping it off herself (alcohol that Montana wouldn’t necessarily mind licking off Brookes lips.. or her neck, or really anywhere else off of her). Instead focusing on how suffocated she felt here.

It wasn’t necessarily anyone’s fault. After all; she loved Chet, Xavier and Ray dearly but.. they were also undoubtedly preventing anything from happening between her and Brooke.. and that needed to change.

Montana huffed. Her deep brown eyes quickly flickering at the flame and then Brooke before speaking.

“Im bored,” she announced. Suddenly standing up and not letting her eyes break the gaze she suddenly held with Brooke.

Brooke responded with a simple hum. Her jaw quickly dropping once she noticed that Montana’s bright red nails quickly darted down under her own shirt. Hooking the material under her fingertips before quickly raising the shirt up and over her head. Throwing it back somewhere behind the log Brooke still sat on.. somewhere where Brooke was almost certain Montana wouldn’t be able to locate later.. which was probably done on purpose.

Brookes jaw still stayed ajar when she saw Montana’s hands automatically fly down to the small jean shorts she was wearing. She could do nothing but watch as she saw the button unhook- wait.. what exactly was happening?

“Montana, what are you doing?” Brooke asked with a laugh.

Brooke tried her best to fight the urge to look at her friend who was now well.. in her bra and underwear, out of what she was trying to convince herself was respect, but it wasn’t working. She knew for a fact her cheeks had to burnt bright fucking red; she tried to laugh off the feeling but Montana still stared.. her smile slowly growing wider until sudden laughter momentarily broke the tension again.

Brooke and Montana both looked behind them just to find the boys laughing and whooping as well at Montana’s sudden lack of clothes.

Brooke smiled back at them but it only lasted a second before she found herself overtaken with a emotion she never really felt around Montana before.. was it jealousy?

Just the sight of them staring at Montana (who obviously didn’t give a fuck, or was thriving off the attention more than anything) was enough to make Brooke stand up.

“Go swimming with me?” Brooke suddenly proposed. More than certain that her sudden impulsivity was coming from the alcohol more than anything.. it had to be, right?

Brooke looked Montana in the eyes again as she watched the other woman’s expression suddenly change at her words; looking utterly shocked and.. maybe a bit thrilled.

“You want to go swimming?” Montana nearly sneered, her tone reeked off utter disbelief, “and what are you gonna wear?”

Brooke laughed at what the other woman was implying. Her dark brown eyes slipped down to admire the rest of Montana’s body that she dared not to look at previously. Only looking for a second at the matching cherry red set that Montana wore. A bra which was most definitely too tight and cut a bit small, along with a thong with sat a bit high on her hips which only accentuated her figure even further.

She didn’t have time to think; her eyes darting back up to meet Montana’s which she knew were watching her.

“I’m not going naked-“

“You don’t have too. It’s not like their gonna see us anyway once we get away from the fire. Here.”

They both spoke in hushed whispers. Weirdly paranoid that maybe the boys would overhear and wanna join which- was something they both clearly didn’t want, although unspoken.

The distance between them was minimal enough due to alcohol (and other substances in Montana’s case) running high in their systems. Making personal space something that was now nonexistent.

Montana extended her hand out to Brooke to take. She quickly grabbed her hand, hoping desperately it wasn’t sweaty from how close they were to the fire and also.. just from the situation she was bound to find herself in. But due to Montana’s reaction (or lack thereof) she knew she had nothing to worry about.. sweaty palms or not, she knew Montana wouldn’t judge her. No matter how insane the circumstance; Brooke always felt safe around Montana. That’s why she supposed she was currently following her into the pitch black - her vision getting more and more sparse as they walked away from the fire and into some nearby trees that framed the beach..

“Are you sure they can’t see me?” Brooke asked, trying her best to look through the trees and see if any of her friends happened to be looking but - she couldn’t really make out anything besides the subtle outline of her surroundings which included Montana.

“They can’t see you. Relax,” Montana said with a giggle. “Now do I need to help you undress? Your taking forever and I’m hot- and it’s not like I haven’t seen you wearing less-“

Brooke tried her best to look offended and shocked by her reference to how they met. She knew that normally with nothing in her system she would’ve easily sidestepped Montana’s ruthless flirting but.. something felt different about tonight. After all; why should she keep trying so hard to resist something they both felt? And it wasn’t like anyone could see them anyway..

Brooke quickly turned her head to where she knew Montana was and stepped closer until they were barely a foot apart. Her feet nearly stumbled on Montana’s from the proximity; biting her lip to prevent herself from stupidly giggling once she felt hot breath on her cheek.

She grabbed Montana’s hands which first held hers back limply but briefly held hers tighter before Brooke directed her hands on her shirt.

“Take it off,” Brooke uttered. Her voice barely audible but not quite loud enough to be discerned as a whisper.

Montana didn’t hesitate as she quickly took Brookes shirt off, barely feeling the soft fabric against her fingertips before she quickly threw it behind them into the forest. Montana didn’t wait for Brooke to say anything before her fingers were quickly undoing the button and the zipper of her jean shorts which were only thrown somewhere in the forest as well (hopefully near her shirt.. Brooke could only hope).

Brooke tried her best to not look bothered by her sudden lack of clothes but she also knew that was purely idiotic since they were in the pitch black.

Nevertheless she looked down at herself, trying to discern whether her figure was actually visible or not but Montana grabbed her hand again. Making her gaze snap upward as she led her out. She knew they were going out to the water now; the sand under her feet and the fire now visible from a distance as they continued to go out. The sand becoming more grainy and nearly painful to step on as they got closer to the water.

Brooke quickly looked over her shoulder before she took the first step in - still holding onto Montana’s hand. She quickly glanced to see if any of the men they had came with were watching but surely enough they were still talking and laughing as if they didn’t even notice they had gone missing.. and they probably hadn’t given how fucked up they were.

Perfect.

She continued to hold onto Montana’s hand as she went further and further into the water; not phased by the sudden coolness she felt as the water wrapped around her legs.. submerging her further and further until they both finally stopped. The water lapping around Brookes waist, and well, nearly Montana’s chest since she was a few inches shorter than Brooke.

The water seemed to be a perfect temperature despite them being at the ocean; and the rocks had since disappeared under their feet and changed back into soft sand which also made the current situation a bit more enjoyable.

Brooke tilted her head back a bit, worried momentarily that her hair might get wet but it was worth it. It was absolutely breathtaking.

The night sky which previously looked completely black and void of any light whatsoever was now painted with what looked to be a million stars.

“Do you see this?” Brooke asked.

“What, the stars?” Montana answered, her voice holding a bit of amusement to it and almost as if she was trying to hold back a laugh.

“Yeah,” Brooke affirmed with a nod. Still keeping her gaze fixated to the night sky.

“What about them?” Montana asked.

The water rippled a bit as Montana started to a take a few steps closer towards Brooke, dissatisfied at the distance between them.

“Nothing. I just- it’s beautiful. I never do things like this,” Brooke responded, tilting her head down to make eye contact with Montana as she finished her sentence.

Montana smirked.

“Never?” She asked with a laugh. “C'mon. I’m not wet enough, let’s go deeper.”

Before Brooke could protest, Montana grabbed both of her hands and pulled her deeper in the water.

“But I didn’t bring a towel!”

“Your not gonna need one. We can warm up by the fire, remember?”

They continued to keep wading until the water almost spilled over Montana’s shoulders. The water barely touching Brookes collarbones but getting some of her hair wet regardless.

She hesitantly let go of the other woman’s hand in the water, intent on using her hand to help her gain balance since a few rocks were still on the ocean ground but - the exact opposite happened.

Brooke didn’t even have time to gasp or scream before her left foot quickly slid on a random rock that just.. of course.. had to fucking be there. Her hands quickly landed on Montana’s shoulders; the rest of her body accidentally falling into the other woman’s but she only felt Montana’s hands suddenly grab gently at her back. Holding her in place against her body.

Brookes eyes instinctively closed shut but when she slowly opened them and reluctantly lifted her head higher up (silently cursing herself for accidentally getting her hair almost entirely wet now) she noticed.. how close they were to each other.

Her nose was only centimeters away from Montana's shoulder.. which meant-

“Are you okay?” Montana asked softly, speaking unintentionally right next to her ear which made a shiver run up Brookes spine.

“Mhm,” Brooke responded.

She rose her head up further - her vision fully black now due to closing her eyes so tightly and being disoriented from slipping, but she knew from hearing Montana’s voice that she had to be close. Very close.

Moving her head a bit to the left.. almost microscopically, not wanting whatever ‘this’ was to necessarily be clumsy but she knew she didn’t necessarily have a choice in the dark.

“What are you doing?” Montana continued to whisper.

Brooke couldn’t help but to smile and let out a giggle that made her sound far more drunk than she actually was. She knew exactly where Montana’s lips were now due to her speaking. Thank god.

“You’ll see.”

Brooke leaned in slowly. Briefly bumping noses before catching Montana’s lips with her own. The feeling so heavenly and overdue - not enough but simultaneously far too much to take in all at once.

The taste of dull, gut wrenching beer started to flood her mouth. It was all that Montana basically tasted like.. that and a bit like smoke but Brooke didn’t mind. If anything it made the feelings of infatuation temporarily stronger. Brookes nails started to pierce the other woman’s back; wanting nothing more than to just have.. more. More of Montana; her taste, her hands, her touch.. the feeling was both pathetic but impossible to fight any longer.

The mere thought that this was something she was previously holding herself back from having was almost laughable but- that would be something to think about for another time.

Montana’s lips softly broke from hers.

“Eager.. aren’t you?” She teased.

Brookes eyes still refused to adjust but she knew Montana had to be grinning.

“Sorry.. I just-“

“Don’t be sorry. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” Montana said lowly.

Montana suddenly leaned in with no warning. Her hands softly grabbed Brookes shoulders; leaning in to pull her bottom lip with her teeth.

After she let go, the feeling to kiss her again was strong but.. she thought of something better. The thrill of the chase was something Brooke always enjoyed, after all.

Brooke took a few steps back suddenly before quickly heading for the shore. Not really going that fast at all due to the resistance of the water pushing up against her legs but she laughed regardless.

She could hear Montana laughing and calling her a jerk in the distance but it was all just noise at this point. Her voice, the water rushing, the fire and their friends (which grew gradually louder as she approached) all started to sound the same.

Maybe the alcohol was finally kicking in.

Even though Brooke definitely felt tipsy, she still felt nervous the closer she got from being fully submerged out of the water. Maybe it was due to the fact she wasn’t certain what was going to happen at the fire, or if their friends had even heard anything but she knew atleast now she would have Montana. Exactly how she had Montana was something to be determined later, but as she finally stepped out and away from the nearly black ocean waves and ran up to the fire to go wait for Montana - she was comforted by the thought that things would now never be the same and forever would be different between the two of them.

Which had to be a good thing; right?

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[cottoncandyjester]

Which of your ocs would go to therapy for or with their darling? How much effort would they actually put into it?

This is like tricking your dog into going to the vet.. y'all are evil

This story contains: them talking about their dark past, incest(twins), talk of sex

Theodore

Absolutely not.

He's a doctor so he would argue that he would know his own body pretty well

"i don't need therapy sweetie, I'm mentally healthy"

This is the same man who flinches at the sight of a butcher knife and has so much mental trauma he still gets scared touching you

If you beg he'll do it though..of course he'll be passive aggressive but he'll go.

Tries to out logic the damn therapist

"so theodore, describe your childhood"

Theodore pushed his glasses up and clears his throat, this was definitely not going to be good. "I'm well aware that a person's childhood shapes their mental state but I assure you this is a waste of time."

"theo, let them help y-" you shuddered at the sharp glance theodore gave you. You've never seen him so aggressive before but it was clear he wasnt having fun. He hated the thought of someone analyzing his every movements and play with his head since it's something he does to you so having it done to him is less fun. "I assure you, I'm mentally sound..nothing is wrong with me"

"alright well, how about we talk about your childhood anyways just chatting nothing serious?"

Theodore scowled before glancing your way, you were doing this cause you loved him..so he should go along with this right?

Hikaru

You have to trick him

You brought it up once and he lashed out at you so badly he actually hurt you pretty bad

You told him you wanted to shopping but when he saw you two were infront of a building that definitely wasn't a mall he was PISSED

He was about two seconds away from hitting you but he saw how much you wanted to help him so he gave it a shock

Aggressive as all hell

He couldn't believe he was here, a group therapy session for victims of sexual abuse. The male sat there in his expensive clothes with his diamond encrusted shades on a scowl on his face.

"so, would you like to introduce yourself and tell us why you're here?" You flinched lightly at the single question the therapist asked before glancing at hikaru who in his legs and pushed his shades up his blue eyes flickering with rage.

"I'm here cause my bitch of a soulmate decided to drag me here instead of a shopping trip like they promised, I could be at home getting my dick sucked but no in here surrounded by idiots" hikaru was definitely in a fiery mood.

"well hikaru, y/n brought you here bec-"

Hikaru huffed in anger cutting the doctor off his anger being never ending. "they brought me here cause they think they are so smart. Their job is to please me in anyway I see fit, in return I spoil them once in a while and I am NOT pleased." With that Hikaru got up before shooting you a dirty look.

"you have ten minutes to meet me in the car or you're walking home" he snapped before walking out the room. You apologized for hikaru before going to join him.

Axis

The first one willing to go

He thinks it will make a great date

Tells his therapist EVERYTHING

Honestly he sounds so chipper about it they look so worried for him

Like sir are you okay?!

Clams up when it comes to insecurities

Like nope.

He only goes once though cause in his eyes therapy is a going once event

"- then my brother salem poured bleach in my eyes! I know it was bad but I of course forgive him cause all siblings fight right? He's really great though! Like one time we were playing hide and seek and he couldn't find me for six hours haha!"

you nervously glanced at the horror stricken expression the therapist had, they were so shocked they werent even taking notes. "Your brother sounds extremely toxic and incredibly dangerous" they stated and axis paused with a light pout clearly offended.

"salem wouldn't hurt a fly!" He huffs out and you weren't sure this was helping too much..though you were glad he decided to go.

Salem

So his therapist had to see a therapist

The first three minutes he had to wear a muzzle cause he tried to eat his therapist and not in the fun way

He is so feral he just speaks in slurring words and barks

You have to put a collar and leash on him

He did leave with a mouth full of blood though cause he bit a huge chunk off his therapist.

"s-s-so, salem w-what do you think c-caused you to be this way?" The doctor spoke while standing on their desk as you tried to pull the leash hard to pull salem away. "Bad boy! Stop it!" You snapped out at salem who got his muzzle off and was attempting to devour the poor therapist. "I-im sorry he's usually much calmer than this, strangers make him hungry" you explained before seeing salem bite the therapist on the leg.

"salem! No! You don't bite people!" You scolded as you tried to pull the male off and once you did you decided it was time to go home now. "W-well thanks doctor this has been fun, let's go salem!" You dragged him away while shaking your head.

"y/nnnnnnn~"

"...yes salem?"

"I love you!"

You glanced at him seeing he was docile once more and you sighed "I love you too babe" you mumbled out not sure what to do.

Rin

His therapist quit.

He trolled them so hard they gave up

Spoke in meme quotes the whole time.

"rin, would you say you were a happy child?"

"yeet."

You face palmed at your boyfriend who was hellbent on annoying the therapist to death. This session has already been thirty minutes and while rin was holding back his laughter the doctor looked like they wanted to snap their clipboard.

"please rin, work with me here..."

Rin beckoned the therapist to come closer and when they leaned in feeling excited thay they made progress rin's eyes sparkled widely. "Big...chungus"

You and rin walked out the office after being kicked out since the therapist had an absolute mental breakdown. "You're an asshole.." you mumbled and rin wrapped an arm around your shoulder with a wicked grin. "I'm your asshole, babynow how about we dress you up then have clown sex? I say that's equal payment for this"

Yuki

He hated it

He was quiet the entire time

Like the entire time

He wouldn't answer a question or nothing

He legit fell asleep with his head in your lap and now sees therapy as a place to nap

He doesn't like strangers so there was no way in hell he's speaking to a stranger.

You sighed at the tense silence in the room as yuki buried his face into your stomach his head in your lap. The moment he got here he took a nap not really caring about the doctor or his questions..it's been this way for a full hour. Slowly yuki opened his eyes and sat up with a low hum, he leaned in to kiss you feeling really clingy until he heard the shuffling of another person.

yuki tensed up suddenly wrapping his arms around you his chin rested on your shoulder. "Y/n, home?" He questions with a grumpy pout. You ran your fingers through his hair with a loud sigh.

"yeah yuki, we can go home.."

prince

He sees himself too cool for that stuff

"I'm not going, therapy isn't my vision of a fun date. Foreplay and sex is a good date"

He doesn't like the idea of sitting in a room and talking about his feelings.

If you promise to let him finger you during the car ride he is totally In though

He doesn't take it seriously at all

Avoids all the questions

Ends up just boasting about his sex life for an hour

"y/n moaned louder that night than ever before, it was so fucking awesome" prince cheered out his eyes lit up. You were covering your face with your hands feeling nothing but embarrassment as prince went all and on.

"t-the question was what makes you happy" the doctor stated and prince gave a confused look. "Yeah, and I said sex I mean wasn't that clear?"

"prince could you perhaps be a nymphomaniac?"

"shit, maybe? If I don't bang at least twice a day I get all grumpy...speaking of bang on the car ride here it was fucking great y/n let me-" you covered his mouth not being able to handle anymore of this. "We'll be going now!" You snapped out now dragging prince away.

"you're sexy when embarrassed"

"shut the hell up"

Rocket

He is literally the least dangerous yandere

He thinks he's fine

But he goes and actually speaks about his life

Everything about his life seems so cheerful and good...until..it isnt

Like axis he speaks as if it's okay

He's a dumbass so therapy doesn't really help him

He just uses it as a way to spend time with you

"so what was your childhood like?"

"well, I grew up in a small village we owned a pretty big farm. My mother and father kinda liked to spoil me.."

You've never heard about his childhood so you were very engaged in this story..it sounded pretty nice. Rocket paused to think when suddenly his eyes lit up

"I ended up being chosen to be the village pet! It was such an honor!" He cheers out with a happy hum. Instantly you knew this wasn't going to be good but you let him explain.

"the village pet is like...hmm a handyman, they do basically anything the villagers don't wanna do it's hard work but it's good work." He explained

"what were some of the things you had to do?"

"well...solves disputes, help out on there people's farms, help procreate, honestly anything! Only way to leave the village as a pet is to choose a new pet. It was hard to pick someone..but I'm glad I did"

The room got very very silent...very fast.

Rocket gazed at the time before getting up. "Hey y/n we should go yeah? You promised we could go get ice cream if I do this with you"

Yuuji& yuuta

Lord...these two got so much fucking baggage

They go, but they see it as entertainment

A fun little joke

Until it's not

The therapist manages to make them fight

And that NEVER happens

Like never.

It gets super damn intense

You're over there like "damn okay."

You watched the two boys argue clearly upset with each other. The question was that if yuuta found yuuji attractive..and yuuta hesitated.

"so you don't think I'm cute or anything?"

"I never said that! I just think, you're not my type."

"how the hell could I be not your type?! I know exactly what you like and don't like! I please you all the damn time!"

You cleared your throat awkwardly, not sure if going to couples therapy was a good idea anymore.

"I'm just saying! You sometimes..don't hit it quite right I mean..it's fine everyone has their ups and downs"

"OH so I'm bad at sex now?! You're such a liar cause on the drive here you were screaming like a little whore!"

"anyone can fucking scream yuuji! Doesn't take damn rocket science! Y'know I'm starting to see why ushio fucking hates you! You think you're so damn high and mighty! This is why we can't have normal relationships with our siblings!"

The room got silent as the two panted softly the screaming working them up and yuuji turned his head away eyes glimmering with tears. You honestly..felt like you were watching a drama show and was totally into it. "I-i didn't mean that- I'm sorry I just-"yuuta mumbled out and yuuji sniffled.

"do you..hate me?"

"wha-"

"ever since we came out when we were younger, you've been trying to be such a tough guy..you don't even say you love me as much. So, do you hate me?" Yuuji explained and you watched as the two hugged.

"of course not! I-i just didn't want anyone to still see me as that girl who was scared of her own shadow" yuuta whimpers out and yuuji smiled at him "you're not her, you're a strong guy.. our strong guy and we love you so much me and y/n" yuuji whispers out planting a kiss on the boy's cheek.

As the three of you left you suddenly felt an arm link with yours on either side. "Enjoy the show dollface?" Yuuta chimed before yuuji giggled "it was very fun!"

"you two were faking it?!" You huffed out seeing them both nod. They were totally lying but they didn't want you to know that, after all they were twins..fighting was basically illegal to them.

Scarlett

Another person who isn't happy with therapy

Straight out refuses

Like nope.

Never.

It takes A LOT of convincing til she agrees

Another member of the "has a bad childhood but sees it as normal" group

Hers is downright horrifying

But she giggles it off

"my childhood? Hmm..well my father was a doctor, I was his little nurse" she said softly in thought and you immediately didn't like this.

"he taught me all about plants, poisons and human biology. He was studying human mutations he wanted to know if it was possible to have humans evolve animal like traits, by replacing their body parts for animal ones of course" she cheers out and interlaced her fingers together.

"such an interesting study, some of them works in some ways..though it seems the human body can't handle some things..we are such fragile creatures are we not?"

Scarlett had this creepy dangerous vibe about her and the session was instantly cut short due to your therapist feeling unsafe. As you two walked out you couldn't help but gaze her way.

"who were his victims?" You asked out softly before feeling her hold your hand with a smile. "Well, children from my school. Then..me" she stated softly causing the haira on the back of your neck to stand.

"what animal part did he give you? Did it work?"

"it worked.."

That was all she stated and you didn't hear anything about it ever again so you were left to wonder about it.

[siriusblacksbxtch]

Read a few of your stories (so most if not all of them) their really good can't wait to see what else you do because your doing pretty awesome. I was wondering if you would do a poly relationship with a top!Reader, Sirius and Remus I don't know a setting maybe after Lily and James wedding the three of them are feeling loving and thinking about the future? Or Remus is depressed after a shift and has more scars and Sirius and reader want to shower him with love.

A/N: I’m absolutely obsessed with this request, like honestly Sirius and Remus is the best ship then you throw in male!reader to make it poly. I love it sm, hope you like it!

The After Party

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x top!male reader

Warnings: dirty talk , oral , anal , smut , fluff

Summary: After Lily and James’ wedding, Remus is feeling better than ever about his relationship

“That was lovey, wasn’t it, Moony?”

Remus hummed in agreement from behind you and Sirius, the two of you mock slow dancing in the middle of the room of Grimmauld Place.

The Black was humming under his breath, smiling up at you, one hand resting on his lower back and the other laced with his as you swayed.

“It was lovely.”

“Lily and James are a wonderful couple,” you added.

“Almost as wonderful as us, right Moony?” You and Sirius both looked over his shoulder at Remus, the man still with the smile on his face.

“Almost,” Remus agreed.

“What is wrong with you?” You sighed and dropped your hands from Sirius, ignoring the small sigh, and moving toward Remus to pull him over with the two of you.

“Nothing is wrong, Y/n. I’m content, something I’m sure neither of you have ever experienced.”

You and Sirius mocked him lightly under your breath, laughing when he rolled his eyes.

“We’re only teasing.” You placed a hand on the side of Remus’ face, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He hummed in answer as you turned back to Sirius, the Black pulling you down in a rough kiss. You gasped lightly, drawing in a slow breath as you moaned into Sirius’ mouth, a hand tangling roughly in his hair.

Remus watched the two of you with a grin, the way Sirius grabbed at your hips, the way you kissed him with bruising intensity. Slowly wandering backward until you had placed a wall behind the both of you.

Remus loved watching you and Sirius, like it was his favorite movie and he could watch it for years and years to come.

“Handsy,” you breathed against the man’s lips. Sirius merely grinned, moving a hand under your shirt a lightly scratching at your stomach.

“Why don’t we all go upstairs?” It was Remus who made the suggestion, you and Sirius turning to him with mischief in your eyes as you gave nods.

You moved away from Sirus, taking Remus by the hand and pulling him toward the steps. He walked in front of you, and you found yourself moving your hands to his hips, slowly moving your hands underneath his sweater and pressing your palms against his flesh.

Remus was far more difficult to break than it was Sirius. For the Black, all you had to do was a whisper a few words, sneak in a kiss, and Sirius was all hot and bothered. But with Lupin, you really had to work for it.

Once you reached your room, you moved and pushed Remus into the chair in the corner, moving to sit in his lap as you pressed a kiss to his lips.

Kissing Remus was also quite different then Sirius. It was less urgent, like the man knew he had all the time in the world, but just as rough.

You head Sirius come behind you, the man running a hand through your hair as he moved to bite at Remus’ neck.

“Y/n?” You hummed as Remus pulled away from your lips, joining Sirius to leaving light hickies across his neck. “I want you to do something for me, all right love?”

You hummed once again, feeling Remus lace his hands through your hair and pull you away from his neck. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his lips at your ear, all too aware of Sirius’ now wandering hands near your thighs.

“I want you to go over to that bed—” he pressed a soft kiss behind your ear, heat rushing to your nearly hard cock. “—and fuck Sirius until he comes.”

You didn’t wait for any further instructions, standing and pulling Sirius toward the bed. Your hands slipped under his shirt, pulling it off in a swift motion, hurriedly taking off the rest of your clothes as did the Black.

Once you were both fully naked, you pushed Sirius backward onto the bed, pinning down his arms over his head as you kissed him.

“Lupin wants a show, Pads.” Sirius whimpered at your words, lazily thrusting up to try and get some friction. “Going to give him a show?”

Sirius responded by leaning up, kissing you harshly and biting down on your lip. You both could feel Remus watching you, no doubt with that smug grin still on his features.

You moved your hands to Sirius’ legs, squeezing the skin as you went. One hand went to the man’s leaking cock, the other moving to his entrance. You gave him a quick stroke just as you pushed in a first finger, his moans filling the room as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Open your eyes, Sirius,” you hummed teasingly. He did so hesitantly, a light red on his cheeks as you continued to move a finger in and out of him. “So beautiful.”

You flinched slightly when Remus’ hand went through your hair, looking up to see him in front of you.

“You’re both doing so well.” You smiled at the praise, Remus moving his hand to stroke your cheek. “See how quick you can do what I asked.”

You grinned at that challenge in Remus’ voice, pressing a second finger into Sirius, keeping eye contact with Lupin as his moans filled the room once more.

“You’re so pretty, Pads,” you breathed into his neck as your fingers pressed and pushed in all the right places. “Going to look so pretty once I’m inside you.”

Sirius moved a hand to your hair, pulling you down and kissing you hard as you pressed in a third finger.

“‘M ready,” he huffed. You looked up at Remus as you removed your fingers, giving him a wink as you prepared yourself at Sirius’ entrance.

You let out a slow moan as you pushed in, watching the man beaneath you as he drew his lip between his teeth.

You didn’t wait for him to adjust, moving your hands to his hips and rocking back and forth at a vigorous pace.

“Fuck, Pads. Feel so good, so tight—” He moaned at the words coming from your mouth, dragging his nails down your back as your hips moved faster.

You looked up as you continued your movements, seeing Remus leant against the wall, his pants and boxers down just far enough where he could stroke his own cock.

He was watching you both, clearly pleased at what you were doing.

“Fuck, Y/n.” Sirius gasping drew your attention back to him, leaning down and kissing softly at his neck, in contrast to you hard thrust.

“Going to come just like this, Sirius? With just me inside you and nothing else.”

“Yeah,” he gasped out, a hand flying to your arm as you brushed against his prostate. “Close.”

You hummed at the words, pulling out and flipping Sirius over so he was on his stomach, facing Remus.

“I want you to watch Moony while you come. Can you do that?”

Sirus moaned in answer as you pushed back into him, one hand going to his hip and the other wrapping in his hair so he wouldn’t turn away from Remus.

You watched Remus as well as you pounded into Sirius, your labored breath mixed with his whimpers filling the room.

“Fuck, Y/n.” Sirius moaned once again, fisting the sheets. A loud gasp escaped him, and you could tell by the way he tensed that he had finished.

You looked up at Remus for any other requests as you slowed your thrusts.

“Inside him, Y/n.”

You nodded with a smile, giving another hard thrust before coming deep into Sirius, the man whimpering at the feeling of your release inside him.

You pulled out slowly, pressing a kiss to Sirius’ temple. You could see the hazy look in his eyes, mumbling for him to rest.

You moved from the bed, walking up to a satisfied Remus. You looked up at him with a raise of your eyebrow, and he used the hand that wasnt around his dick to pull you into a soft kiss.

When you pulled away, his hand went to your hair, slowly pushing you to your knees. You grinned from your position, opening your mouth and letting Remus slowly insert his cock into your throat.

You moaned at the feeling of him, wrapping your lips around him and slowly moving your head. Remus tangled his fingers in your hair, pushing you forward until his tip hit the back of your throat. Anyone else would be choking, but you had done it so many times it was like second nature.

Once his grip slacked, you moved your head back and forth once again, your free hands moving to squeeze at Remus’ still clothed thighs.

A hiss came from Remus, his head lightly smacking into the wall as your eyes connected. He knew if you weren’t preoccupied you’d be smirking at him.

His hand tightening in your hair was the only warning you got, the man pushing back into your throat again and his release filling your mouth.

You pulled off with a grin, making a show of swallowing his come, and wiping away the small bit that had escaped with your thumb.

Remus pulled you up carefully, running a thumb under your eye with a smile. You leaned forward, planting a short but sweet kiss on his lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Moony.”

“And I love you both as well, but I’ll kill you if you don’t shut up and come to bed.”

You let out a laugh, pulling Remus toward the bed with Sirius, where the three of you eventually fell asleep.

Your finally though being that more of your mates should get married if this would be the outcome.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Needs

Summary- Ransom x You. You can feel yourself spiraling out of control, and Ransom sets you straight. Warnings- Dominance, degradation. NSFW

Word Count-2.7 k

Most days your fine, normal, able to laugh, smile, tease your boyfriend, put up with his attitude and general snarkiness in strides. It all worked, you were happy and in love with the bastard. 

But once in a while, you would slip into a place hard to describe. It would start with a moment of distance. Ransom would be venting about something, usually his family. They were the primary source of his frustration although he leaned heavily on Harlans financial support. Then he would pause, his eyes snapping over you as you seemed not there. “Whats wrong with you?” a bit of snark lacing his voice, and you would just smile a bit and come back to focus on him. “Nothing, Im fine. So Walt really said that?” 

He would look doubtful, but wouldnt comment anymore on your strange behavior for the time being. 

And that would be the start of your despair. It would start to consume you till it traveled into your chest, aching, heavy. Your body to would start to loose interest in touches and affection, pulling away when he would reach for you during the night. It was nothing Ransom done, and he would ask you once more “Whats wrong Y/N?” Leaning over you in the dark, but you had no real answer. You could feel him withdraw, leaning to sit up against the headboard, the tension brewing. 

Then the day came you couldnt handle it anymore. Your skin was crawling, and no amount of distractions would help. Your mind buzzed incessantly with nothingness and everything. You needed it to shut the fuck up. When you heard Ransom coming up the steps and the door click, you fell to your knees with a bowed head, waiting for him to enter. Once he did, you head his audible sharp intake of breath. Please fix me, I need you. Silently you plead while not moving an inch. 

Ransom admired you, he knew this was coming. Recognizing that dark little demon that had made its home in you for a lifetime, it matched well with his own. He approached you, his hand gentle at first along your jaw, his thumb brushing over the softness of your cheeks, this little soft hairs near your hairline, going to cling at his hand. But softness is to much, not want you need, and hes well aware. 

The touch swiftly changed, going from caring to bruising as he grabbed your chin, fingers digging right into the fleshy part of your cheeks and tipping your head up so he could study you, and when your eyes met his, he snarled out “Did I tell the whore she could look at me?” Immediately your gaze dropped, his hand went to his pants, snapping open the button and unzipping the fly. Taking himself out, a few pumps around his erection made him stiff. Fingers digging in enough to pop your jaw to open. “Dont you dare loose a single drop slut.” He continued harshly, and you nodded, your words slurred from the grip he still had on you. “May I use my hands Sir?” 

“Hands behind your back, your taking all of it” Ransom let go and fisted his hands in your hair, to hold you in place, the head of his cock slipping around your mouth and the tip of your tongue slides out to trace the head, flicking over his sit to and then he dominated your mouth, choking around him. “See, I knew you didnt need to use your hands, such a good little whore.” You do your best, your hands folding behind you, fingers locking together to keep from pressing them against his thighs to slow his thrusts down. Finally you match his thrusts, your tongue sloppily curling around his length, your cheeks hollowing as you suck on him. Heavy as he slams into the back of your throat, over you his grunts make you squirm, trying your best not to look up to see his expression. 

Soon your gagging, messy between drool and tears brimming from your eyes when he looks down at you, drenching his cock and balls sloppinly when he pulls you closer, the spiral of heat snapping his gut as his cum shot the back of your throat, your eyes rolling up finally as you whimpered, doing your best to take it as he had told you to, brimming on the edge of your lips when he finally pulled from you and tucked himself back away. The tip of your tongue traces your lips to clean up quickly, slouching slightly even though his hand still is twisted roughly in your hair, it stings with a hiss as he jerks you enough to lift you to your feet. 

“Dont forget, I own you little slut. Now get undressed and on the bed now. Do you understand me?” His head tilted as he stared you down, loosening his hold when you again dropped your gaze, Ransom dared you to defy him, but you knew better. “Yes Sir…” 

“Go” he wrenched his hand away, and you were quick to escape to the bedroom while he went off to the kitchen. Tugging away your clothes and putting them into a pile, you folded them carefully and set them on the floor, on your side of the bed and crawled into the center, again taking a similar kneeling pose as before. When Ransom came back into the room, a tumbler of whisky in hand. Seeing you so patient, he was quick to finish it off, setting the tumbler aside on the nightstand “My little whore, so patiently waiting for me after being so good earlier. Its not going to save you though.” He promised as he placed a kiss on your lips, drawing out your tongue and slipping over your teeth, dragging your lips into a bite. 

“Face down in those pillows, ass up high. Spread those thighs till I can see your pussy.” 

You were quick to oblige, hearing him behind you rummaging through his chest drawers. You knew your ass was about to burn, but from what? You didnt have to wait to long when you felt the dip of the bed behind you, a glance over your shoulder showed that he had undressed as well. A sharp sting of his hand against your ass was issued when you looked back, growling out. “I said face down in the pillows.” You should have known better. His fingers traced the red handprint he left, admiring the way your back curved down, and you displayed yourself just for him, his fingers slipping between slickened folds.” Did eating my cock make you this wet, or have you been a needy little slut well before I came home?” spreading your slickness over your folds, around your clit. A slight pinch to your nerves made you yelp into the pillow “Answer me, I know you havent forgotten how to talk” 

“From sucking you off Sir.” You imagined the satisfied smirk behind you playing across his face. Thats when you heard the whir of a vibrator, and he ran it along the back of your thighs, slipping to the inside of them. Ransom was always adding new toys to your collection, but he knew this happened to be a favorite of yours, making you come undone at the seams, but it was a two edged sword. He would bring it so close, making you bite your lip at the anticipation. A frustrated groan would fall from you, and his sharp laughter would come from behind you. “What, little slut cant wait to get what she wants?” 

You knew better then to answer him, he was waiting for it though, letting the vibrator hover close to your aching pussy, but not giving it to you. Your ass sways, and that gets a sharp broad slap of a paddle, pushing you forward into the pillows. Right after that, Ransom slid the vibrator against your core, making the sting burn in all the best ways. The warmth of it traveled up your spine, and you arched further, crushing your chest into the mattress, and your back bending in a sharp curve. The vibes from the toy left you squirming slightly now, dripping mess. Ransoms hand replaced the paddle, digging his fingers into your ass cheek, pushing it up and jerking your hips back against him as you tried to pull away from the overload of sensations the vibrator rattling your core. “Oh no my little Slut, theres no getting away from it.” He leaned over and gave a sharp bite to your cheek.

You start whining into the pillows, fisting your hands into your designer sheets he insisted on having, panting as he upped the speed of the vibrator, your toes locking and legs half lifting off the bed. “Ransom, oh fuck.” Your pushing yourself back against the vibrator to dig into your pussy, harder, your eyes are rolling back in your head and taunt like your about to snap. The tension is hurting your muscles that cant loosen, they are about to break, and he pushed that vibrator up another speed, causing you to crash without permission. Your scream still sharp in the pillows and you try to drag any kind of air into your lungs, but the pillows are suffocating. Ransom turns off the vibrator and tosses it away. 

Leaning over you as your still struggling to lift your head in these seconds, his frame leans over you and he fists his hand back in your hair, lifting your head to hear you drag in a gasp of air finally. “Fuck little whore, you came without permission.” He hissed against your neck, biting at your cheek, and down onto your neck, ripping his hand away for you to drop into the pillows. His hands curved around your hips and jerked them into where he wanted you. You shift to your elbows, or attempt to, but his hand wraps on the back of your neck, shoving you back into the pillows, twisting your head enough so you werent smothered. The thick head of his cock pushed against your entrance. 

it was a hard snap, his thick cock felt like it was splitting you open, and there was no moment to adjust. Quick snaps of his hips slapping against the back of your thighs and ass, the tight hold of his hold on the back of your neck keeping you in place, but jerking you into the mattress beneath you. His feet locked behind your ankles to keep you legs spread and in place. There was no escaping him, driving himself deeper into you, was there anyplace he wasnt? It was as if he was rearranging your insides. 

“Fuck Y/N” the first time since you two started he used your name, his slaps behind you bruising. He released his hold to slid under your chin, snapping your head up, and his fingers filled your mouth, unable to muffle the whines and cries now, his chest burned against your back, his teeth and mouth laying claim to your neck and shoulder, it wasnt kisses, it was inhalation of skin. firm sharp bites digging in, pulling sucking remarks of how good a fuck you were pressed into your ear as he bit your lobe, and all you could do was hold on best you could, your hands ripping into the sheets. Your channel clenching around his cock, but that didnt slow him any, and he ripped another screaming orgasm from you. 

Shaking uncontrolled, you are sure hes ready to end you. But he pulls out and with a grasp to your hips, he whips you onto your back and jerks you down the bed till your perfectly flat. “No Ransom Im done” You claim, and he wraps your legs around your hips, catching the first glimpse you have had of him, his hair is disheveled in a flop over his eyes, and the tops of his cheeks are flushed red, his chest heaving slightly in exertion. He pops his hand against your breast, pulling the nipple with a sharpness that has you arching from it with a cry. “You dont look done to me, your not dripping my cum from that sweet little hole of yours. Were done when I say were done Slut.” 

He was right, you reach to touch him, but his hand catches your wrists and slams them down above your head as he fills you again. “And your sweet pussy is just taking me so well. Going to leave you full of my cum. Cant let you forget who owns you.” Ransom grasped your breast, pulling and twisting till you were arching for more, or to try to break his hold, your not sure. It was a border line or pleasure and pain. He replaced it with his mouth, hot tongue and sharp bites holting you from his mouth with his hard thrusts, your hips rolling to meet him. Your fingers twisted in his hold, and head falling back as all of it, the sensations were becoming an overwhelming mess , and you snapped, coming again, your orgasm ripping you apart at the seams. Screaming his name and he lifted his head from where he was biting and kissing your breasts. Your tears streaming down your face, and there it was, finally. 

Ransom had gotten you were you needed to be, that hard dominating look softened and shifted enough to cup the back of your head, and kissed you deeply, grunting against your lips as he chased his own orgasm, his hips rutting out of sync now and burying himself as he filled you, just as he promised he would. A few unsteady rolls of his hips spread his cum through you, and you just cried at all of it, his arms wrapping around you and rolling enough so that you laid against his chest, rubbing your back deeply and speaking softly as you cried against his neck. “Now thats my good girl, I got you its okay. So good to me, I love how well you took all that.” His hands would brush through your hair and everywhere was gentle touches, caresses bringing you back to him. 

Soft kisses rove over the bite marks he had left of your neck and shoulder. You ache, you can feel how hes still buried in you, but soft now. Everything is about bringing you back down. Finally you lift your face and look up at him. “Can I have a bath?” 

“Of course, let me just go set it up.” He moved you to curl up next to him and he slid from the bed, and into the bathroom. Ransom was alot of things, but these moments, you wouldnt know that he could be a spoiled trust fund brat. Everything was about taking care of you. All the way from drawing a bath, to easing you into the tub, he sat behind you and did things such as wash your back and took his time with your hair, sure to use your favorite washes. He even toweled dried you and brought you back to bed. “Hows take out sound tonight?” 

“Yea that sounds really good” You started to perk up as you sat at the headboard of the bed, and he winked pulling out his phone. He knew your order, and he left the room to make the call. You wait, stretching yourself out, and once he returns, he fell down on the bed next to you, grabbing the remotes, flipping through the channels on the wide screen tv hanging across the room. It was an easy silence between you two when he settled it on a movie you two had seen many times before. Ransom was sitting against the headboard, your head laying on his stomach as you lay crossways across the bed. His fingers trailed slowly through your hair, the tv softly muffled and the only glow in the room. 

After several minutes, he spoke, his voice catching your attention. “Are you feeling better now Y/N?” You twist so that your able to look up at him, laying on your back, still pillowed on his stomach. 

“Yes thank you Ransom” 

“Anytime Sweetheart, you know I love you, but next time tell me before it gets that bad.” 

@what-is-your-plan-today​ @official-and-unstable-satan​ @jtargaryen18​ @p8tn0lish​ @imanuglywombat​

[peachiikawa]

Fly | Route Selected: N. Yuu

genre: mafia au

warnings: violence, guns, blood

word count: 3.2k

Fly Masterlist

“I..I choose him”

You made eye contact with the short man with a blond streak in his hair

“What?”

The distaste in his voice was evident

It was so silent in the police precinct that you could hear a pin drop

Daichi cleared his throat to try and cut the tension

“Ok well if thats your choice then thats that. Nishinoya, make sure they get home and get them to work tomorrow. Dismissed”

Nishinoya nodded his head

“Yes, sir.”

You were surprised that he had little objections about it

But you were soon pulled out of your thoughts when he roughly grabbed your wrist

“Stop daydreaming lets go”

He let go once the car he called came for you two

And as soon as the door closed and the car was moving he pinned his arm against your neck, almost choking you

“I dont know who you are or what youre doing here but i swear to fucking god if i think youre going to hurt anyone here then i will kill you. Nod if you get it”

You nodded your head as fast as you could and he backed off of you

You were too terrified to say anything after that you basically tried to make yourself as small as possible in your seat

After about ten more minutes the car finally arrived at your apartment

“I’ll..um..see you tomorrow nishinoya. Oh im y/n by the way!”

He just grunted and waited for you to shut the door

After he left you went to your room and just fell onto it while taking a deep sigh

Just what have you gotten yourself into?

Nishinoya was at your house at 8:00 AM sharp. He was leaning against the hood of it, checking his watch every two seconds waiting for you

You knew he was there but your nerves refused to let you go down there

Only when you two made eye contact from your window did you know that you had to go

“Sorry im late!”

He said nothing as he got into the car

The car ride was awkward to say the least

You could hear your own heartbeat, could he hear it too?

You were so caught up in your thoughts that didnt even realize the car had stopped

“Hey”

You snapped your head toward him

“Yes?”

He rolled his eyes

“We’re here so get out already”

You undid your seat belt and tried to keep up with him

Where were you exactly? You looked up at the building in front of you to see ‘Sawamura Inc.’ plastered on the front of it

Your eyes widened, you were working here now?

“Get your ass inside”

Noya brought you out of your thoughts once again and you hurried yourself in

You were then stopped by an intimidating looking man

“Hey im asahi and ill be training you today.”

Between nishinoya and him you didnt know who was more intimidating

Actually it was nishinoya, dont know why you even had to ask yourself that

But despite asahi being the one to train you, nishinoya never left your side

You could practically feel his eye burning holes into the back of your head the entire time

This continued on for weeks

Nishinoya always made sure you were within his eyesight

You were printing some charts out for suga and noya was leaning against the doorway

“Nishinoya, can i ask you something?”

You took his silence as approval

“Dont you have other work to do? Im sure that you probably have better things to do that just watch me run errands for everyone”

You were right, he did have other things to take care of

But you were his number one priority during the day

“I can just take care of my other things at night. I was ordered to watch you so i am. Besides you chose me so if you have a problem thats your own fault”

You shook your head

“I dont have a problem with you, dont misunderstand, i just hope that im not being too much of a hindrance to you? I just mean...i know you didnt ask for this so..im sorry if ive caused you any problems”

You took the stack of papers from the printer and turned towards him with a smile on your face

“But thank you for taking time out of your day to watch over me, whether you were ordered to or otherwise”

You walked out and he just stood there for a moment processing your words

He just scoffed

Why would you be thanking someone who threatened to kill you only a few weeks ago?

You were strange

He thought it was weird that you had absolutely no sense of danger

But hes noticed a ton of weird things you do over the days hes been watching you

How you scrunch your nose when you dont understand what youre doing

Or how you play with your fingers when youre nervous

All of these little actions were so annoyingly cute--

Wait no. not cute. 

Definitely not. He had to focus. You could still be a threat to the mafia and he wasnt going to let anyone, no matter how cute they were, hurt his family

But watching you interact with the rest of the mafia made him feel as if he didnt have to be as hard around you anymore

He thought it was funny how you teased kageyama sometimes actually

And he almost wanted to join in on the fun

But he knew his place

Right now was one of the rare instances that nishinoya wasnt on you

So you turned your head to asahi who was sitting across from you doing his work while you had the chance before noya came back

“Hey asahi?”

He looked up at you

“Whats up y/n?”

You fiddled with your fingers

“Does nishinoya not like me? I mean i can understand since i take up a lot of his time but i feel like theres a wall between us that he wont lower no matter how much i try and talk to him”

Asahi just let out a deep sigh

“Thats not surprising. He...hes slow to trust. Out of any of us here, hes probably been with the sawamuras the longest. His loyalty is unparalleled”

You nodded along as you followed his words

“Then..i guess ill just have to earn his trust!”

That didnt happen for a couple more weeks though

It had happened when some grunts that worked in the office barged into the break room to get some coffee

They had shoved you out of the way to get to the counter

Luckily nishinoya caught you before you could fall

“God can you believe Daichi is pulling out of the shiratorizawa alliance? What a dumbass move”

“Yeah maybe hes going stupid in the head. Knew he wasnt cut out for this”

They both started laughing and you could feel noyas arms going stiff

“H...hey!”

You stood up from the ground before noya could jump in

Both of them turned their head towards you with scowls on their faces

“You got something to say?”

You kept your gaze firm

“Actually yeah, i do have something to say. Daichi is a good boss and he always does what he thinks is right for everybody. If he thinks that pulling out of the shiratorizawa alliance is whats best then i trust him on that and you should too! I mean, you two work for him! Dont you think you should show him a little respect?”

They just both busted out laughing

“Respect? For him? Hes nothing without his father. He never wanted anything to do with us anyways. Hes a weak bastard”

“Yeah well at least hes a better man than you two will ever be”

Maybe you provoked them too much

“You wanna say that again bitch?!”

You raised your hands to cover your face bracing yourself for the impact

But you opened your eyes when you heard their strangled voices cry out

“Dont touch them”

Nishinoya was in front of you, the man who was gonna hit you on his knees with his wrist in noyas hand

A sickening crack heard in the room

“Leave. I dont want to see either of your faces here ever again”

Both of them scrambled out of the room as fast as they could

You let out a shaky breath

“Thank you nishinoya”

He turned towards you with his hands in his pockets

“It was nothing. Just doing my job”

After that he wasnt as abrasive with you anymore

Talked to you more at work

Even joined in on teasing kageyama with you!

It made you smile every time he helped you with something as simple as bringing you a drink in the morning

Seeing you smile in the morning started to be something he would look forward to

He trusted you more now

And eventually it led to him knocking on your door at 3 AM on a friday night

You opened the door to your apartment still only slightly aware of what was happening

“Hello?”

You immediately perked up at the sight in front of you

Noya looked like he was about to collapse from the amount of bruises and cuts on him

“Can i come in?”

You quickly got him inside and sat him down on your couch

“Um stay here and undress ill go get my first aid kit

He just nodded his head as you ran off

Once you came back you poured some alcohol on a rag and went for the bigger slash on his side

But you stopped at what you saw

He had so many scars

You unconsciously brought your hand up to one of them and ran a finger over it to which he shuttered under your touch

“Y/N?”

You pulled your hand away and focused again

“Sorry, this might sting”

You saw his face grimace and his hand tighten around his shirt

“Did that hurt too much?”

He shook his head

“No its fine keep going”

Once you were done disinfecting and bandaging all of his wounds, you laid him down on a pillow so he could rest

“Oh! Let me go get you some water”

But once you came back he was already asleep

You set the water on the coffee table and grabbed a blanket from your room and laid it on top of him

You sat on the ground next to him just taking in what had just happened 

He looked so different when he was asleep but still just as handsome

You slowly fell asleep with your head leaning against the edge of the couch cushion

Noyas eyes slowly opened due to the cracks of sunlight coming through the window

When he turned his face he was only a hair length away from yours

Which startled him so he shot up from the couch which made you bolt awake

“What is it? Whats happening??”

You looked around looking for the fire only to see that noya had woken up

“Oh good morning nishinoya. Sleep well?”

You stretched your arms out and yawned

“You can take a shower if you want. Ill go get you a towel”

He was about to object but you left too fast

He stood up and looked around your apartment and saw some photos on a shelf

He picked up the frame to see a young you, probably around five or six with two adults sitting beside you

Your parents

He suddenly realized how...ordinary your life must have been

“Nishinoya?”

He snapped his head towards you and put the photo down

“Cmon ill show you the shower”

You had a smile on your face that made his heart do something weird

He didnt understand it

After he got out you were sitting on the couch with your first aid kit

“Do you need help rewrapping your bandages?”

He nodded his head and made his way toward you to sit down

You started wrapping him up, trying to be careful not to irritate his wounds

He just stared at you

Normally someone would be curious in this type of situation

So why werent you saying anything?

“Are you not going to ask any questions?”

You just kept applying ointment

“No, unless you want to talk about it but i know it doesnt really concern me as im not..officially in the mafia with you guys. What happened is your business, i know you handle your jobs at night since youre busy dealing with me during the day”

He was kind of shocked at how understanding you were

His hand reached out on its own and pulled you into a hug before he knew what he was doing

You froze as soon as he pulled you in

Just what was happening?

You both slowly pulled away from each other, hints of reds and pinks covering both of your cheeks

“Im done wrapping you up so I’ll um go shower now. If youre hungry feel free to look in the kitchen for something to eat”

You rushed off with a hand covering your face

Noya sat there confused

What had gotten into him?

He put his shirt back on and left before you could come back out

He wasnt being himself and needed to leave

Monday came around and you hadnt seen or heard from noya since saturday morning

You were shocked to see that he was gone when you had come out of the shower

But at the same time you were relieved to see him gone after that awkward moment together

Noya had picked you up like usual though and he acted like nothing had happened

So you decided to just follow along and did your job as usual

It was kind of awkward between the two of you

The only thing breaking the silence between you two was nishinoyas phone notification going off

“I have a meeting with daichi. Ill be back later”

You nodded your head

“Ill be here”

He quickly left the room and you let out a sigh

Noya quickly made his way to daichis office, clutching the area above his heart

Why did it race around you now?

You didnt even do anything

You were just...there

“God what the hell is wrong with me?”

He ran a hand through his hair

You on the other hand finished all your tasks for the day

You looked at the time...only half past two

There was a bakery right around the block, maybe you could pick something up real quick for everyone

So you went on your way grabbing only your wallet since it was so close

As soon as you turned the corner though you felt something was wrong

You picked up the pace, hoping to get to the bakery before anything happened

But as soon as you picked up the pace so did your stalkers

You yelped when you felt someone yank on your arm, pulling you into an alley

“Someone help! Nishinoya!”

You tried to kick whoever was holding you

“Shut them up we need to get out of here”

A white cloth came over your mouth and you were quickly unconscious

Itd been hours since noya had last seen you and he could feel his stomach dropping

Where the hell were you?

Kageyama said he last saw you finishing up a report for suga and suga said he received that hours ago

Noyas foot wouldnt stop tapping the ground, he couldnt sit still and everyone around him was starting to notice how antsy he was

“Hey noya whats up?”

Asahi was just trying to get noya to calm down from whatever was bothering him

“I havent seen y/n since my meeting with daichi. For some reason my chest gets tight when i think that something bad mightve happened to them. When they smile my heart races and i cant stand the idea of anything bad happening to them”

Asahi just let out a deep sigh

“Nishinoya, have you ever considered that you might love them?”

He...loved you?

Suddenly everything made sense to him

How he caught himself smiling whenever he saw you teasing kageyama or how when he woke up that morning in your apartment he wanted nothing more than to wake up like that every morning

He loved you

A ringing sound echoed in the room and noya pulled out his phone

An unknown number

Unease settled in him as he answered the phone

“Hello?”

“This Nishinoya?”

His hand tightened around his phone

“Yeah. Whos this”

“Meet us at the warehouse on 6th near the port in thirty minutes and come alone. If you dont then itd be a shame if something happened to y/n”

Noya could hear your strangled whimpers before the phone call ended 

His blood ran cold

“Asahi..someone took y/n”

His voice was low and feral, it sent chills down asahis back

“I'm going ahead. Bring backup ill send you the details”

Nishinoya grabbed his jacket and left the building 

His feet hit the ground as soon as he got there, he couldnt care less about his own safety right now

The cold metal pushed against his hands as he opened the door to the warehouse

“Y/n?!”

He felt his heart stop once his eyes landed on you

Blood ran down your face, your beaten body limp on the floor

“Took you long enough. They werent as fun as we thought they were going to be. Glad you got here before we broke ‘em”

Noyas jaw tightened as he instantly recognized them

How dare they touch you

He had shown them mercy the day they almost hit you in the break room

But now he knew that was a mistake

“What do you want with me?”

They both had disgusting smiles on their faces

“You got us kicked out of the mafia, something that was important to the both of us. Of course we had to return the favor, though we’ll be taking them”

The man gripped your chin and noya saw your eyebrows twitch from the discomfort

“Dont touch them!”

Red flooded noyas vision

He hadnt felt this amount of rage and fear in a long time

But as soon as he moved one of them had a gun pointed at him while the other was on you

“Theres no way you can win this. Just sit and watch”

“Is that what you think?”

Noya turned around at the sound of daichis voice

Hed never been so relieved to have backup before

In their shock the karasuno mafia quickly got the upper hand against the two former members

And as soon as noya could he lifted you into his arms and wiped away the blood on your face with frantic movements

But you slowly grabbed one of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his

“Thank you for coming nishinoya”

His lips quivered as tears flowed down his face and onto yours

“Im so sorry y/n”

You shook your head

“Its not your fault noya. Please believe me when i tell you that”

He nodded his head and tried to stop his crying

“I love you so much y/n. You wont ever have to go through this ever again, i promise”

His brought your hand up to his lips and he kissed your knuckles

“I love you too, noya. Now cmon, lets get home im really tired”

He lifted you up and carried you out, not bothering to talk to anyone as he left and no one talking to him either

For the first time karasunos guardian had something else he wanted to protect

And he was going to love and treasure you for as long as he was alive

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