#literally always talking in the middle of class and doing stupid shit

[jikigo]

you ever just see a post and just

. 😭

.⬅️🫀⬅️

[neiptune]

like real people do

cw: 2.8k wc, female reader, friends to lovers, literally black cat x labrador dynamic, you showed up one day and are still part of his life, it’s an axiom he would never expect to change. until one day you meet his brother for the first time and rin shits himself

“We should hang out tomorrow. Are you free?”.

“No”.

You frown.

“Would you have said yes, if you were?”.

Rin takes a moment to reply.

“Probably not”.

The grin you offer right away doesn’t surprise him, if anything it makes him roll his eyes with fake exasperation.

“I love how you never change”.

He nudges your shoulder with his arm, hands buried in the pockets of an expensive coat.

“You’re annoying”.

“I know, it’s my whole thing. You kinda agreed to it when you accepted me as a friend”.

“I never did such thing. You showed up one day and never left”.

Your giggle echoes across the empty street and Rin finds himself basking in your usual affection, something he’s well aware he hardly deserves.

It’s true, though. One day, back in high school, you were assigned to the same group project with two other classmates and that’s when the information of being in the same class in the first place was presented to him. You talked too much and smiled too often but when it came to doing actual work, you turned into a weirdly serious, responsible student. Instantly, too. Which would’ve been an interesting aspect of your personality, if he so much as cared.

You both ended up being the only two putting in real work to finish the project but the only thing Rin could think of was that he was relieved his perfect grades could stay perfect despite the dead weight. Except, you didn’t leave him alone ever since, apparently happy (always way too happy) to have found a new friend. He doesn’t remember how many times, throughout his high school years, he had to repeat that you two were not friends. Over and over again, the deterrent had failed miserably.

Rin has kinda made peace with your presence in his life by now, despite adulthood and your careers playing a significant role in keeping you apart, whenever he visits his hometown you’re there and whenever you happen to be where he is, you insist on seeing him. Stubborn as he’s always been, in his own mind Rin stands his ground that there’s nothing tragically wrong in allowing you to consider him your friend, still. There’s also nothing particularly dramatic in letting himself indulge in someone else’s obstinate fondness.

You’re a good person, he knows that much. Patient, generous, always the first to offer help and the last to ask for anything. You’re stupid. And gullible. Way too easy to take advantage of. It’s why he, to this day, still keeps an eye on you, walks you home in the middle of the night, doesn’t shut the door like he’d do with anyone else when you show up uninvited to his house. Sometimes he brings you something too, little mementos from his travels that hold no real meaning, despite the way your eyes shine with wonder when he begrudgingly hands them to you.

Rin knows you like him. Or at least you used to, so many years ago. He remembers hearing you confessing the secret to one of your closest friends. You never really told him, a good person but still too proud to give him the satisfaction of rejecting you, stood by his side when no one else would put up with his pissy attitude, always disregarding your feelings. Even when he had girlfriends you were there, feigning nonchalance. Stupid. He remembers how he immaturely tried to get you to admit it, shared petty details of his dates, told you he thought he was falling in love with other girls. Your smile barely faltered.

Why did you do that to yourself all that time, he still wonders. But then again he’d have to ask himself why his impatience, or rather lack of understanding, led him to kiss you when you were both visiting your families for the holidays, back from college.

Rin remembers the snow, the umbrella you were holding trying to clumsily cover him too. He remembers you were babbling some nonsense about how proud you were of him, of his career, the way you always knew he was destined to great things, his blue lock jersey still stored safely in the back of your closet. Rin remembers the way he took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours, dry and chapped from the cold. Was that truly the only way to get you to shut up? He doesn’t know. He just knows he didn’t expect you to take a step back, thank him for walking you home. The kiss was never mentioned again, the following day you acted like it never happened and he was glad he could carry on without the burden of weird expectations. Well, almost completely glad.

He didn’t kiss you because he liked you or desired something as unnecessary as a relationship, he’s sure of that. He just wanted to, in that moment. A stupid whim. And if the urge of shutting you up in the softest way has possessed him multiple times after that day and throughout the years, out of mere curiosity or simple convenience, he’s never really admitted it to himself. 

You showed up one day, never left, are still part of his life. It’s an axiom he’d never expect to change. Perhaps he finds some comfort in it.

“You really can’t hang out tomorrow? ”, you’re doing that thing you always do when you’re disappointed, furrowed brows over big eyes that are rapidly losing their usual glow as you blink a few times. He sighs.

“I really can’t”.

“How long are you in town for?”.

“A few days”, he pauses for a second, then decides to concede, “we’ll have plenty of time”.

The way your lips immediately curl into a sweet smile almost makes him crack one too. Rin also loves how you never change.

“Oooh, you wanna hang out with me so bad!”.

“Shut up”.

“We’ll have plenty of time! Because I’m your best friend in the whole, entire world!”.

“Now you’re really pushing it”.

You laugh again, something tender settling over your features. He once more recognizes the affection in your gaze and has to look away.

Rin has hated October 10 for as long as he can remember.

It wasn’t always like that, as a kid it was a special day he got to celebrate his favorite person on. His brother went from being his personal hero and best friend, to a stranger he couldn’t recognize, to an adult he tries to have a decent relationship with, now. Still, October 10 is a hassle. If Sae is in town, something he tries to do for their sake, their parents always insist on having a small birthday celebration at home.

His mother spends hours decorating the living room, orders a cake so big it would require at least ten additional guests, they have so many gifts ready and wrapped by the table. For the past few years, Rin has been getting his brother a gift too. Not exactly a peace offering but the promise of getting there, perhaps.

It infuriates him that Sae still acts perfectly normal around him, never hostile, indifferent at best. They barely talk to each other but Rin doesn’t want to spend his entire life seething, he doesn’t want for one single feeling to define him anymore. So he also accepts the birthday gifts his brother sends him on September 9.

It’s just a day, he mentally repeats, it will be over soon. But he doesn’t expect the doorbell to ring, everything has already been delivered and they didn't invite anyone.

Rin certainly doesn’t expect you, standing on his doorstep with a million dollar smile and clearly hiding something behind your back.

“What are you doing here?”, he’s frozen, in disbelief. You’re not supposed to be there.

“Surprise!”, you grin, “look what I finally found!”.

You’re suddenly holding something so close to his face he has to take a moment to focus to understand what he’s looking at. It’s a horror game, one he’s looked everywhere for because they don’t sell those anymore. Rin only mentioned it once but of course you mentally took note and conducted your own, personal research. It must’ve costed you a fortune. You’re such an idiot.

“It’s not a good time”, he takes a step back, hoping you’ll get the hint and do the same. Your smile falls.

“I know. I just wanted to drop this off. Here”, you hand him the neatly packed gift. Rin takes it, then meets your gaze for a second. He wants to say something, apologize, but you’ve already turned your back to him and are quickly granting his wish of being left alone. He asks himself how much patience you have left, how close you are to abandoning him and his asshole ways for good.

“Who are you?”.

Rin freezes a second time, the voice behind him so close and oddly interested. You stop in your tracks, whip around to look at someone who isn’t him. Something hard flashes across your features but it’s quickly whisked away when you offer one of your usual, polite smiles.

“No one, I was just passing by”.

Something inside Rin cracks. No one? You can hardly ever shut up about being his friend. 

Sae hums.

“You should come in. There’s extra cake”.

When their mom catches sight of you, she also invites you in and there’s really no turning back from that. You’re too well mannered, too acquainted with his family to refuse. So you indulge them.

From the kitchen, he observes something he never thought would (or should) happen. Sae, the most infuriatingly detached, impassive person on the planet, is sitting next to you on the couch, where you’re making polite conversation. He’s listening. Rin knows he’s listening because he keeps his eyes on you, stance relaxed. Who knows what nonsense you’re rambling about this time, unfinished cake in the paper plate balanced on your knees. He says something, you chuckle. Rin focuses on his own unfinished cake, suddenly nauseous.

All these years, this is the one thing he didn’t want to happen, you meeting his brother. It’s petty and childish and Rin isn’t even quite sure why the desire to keep you from him has burned ardently this entire time but the fact that his efforts have vanished in the space of one afternoon brings a strange weariness.

By the time you excuse yourself, his parents are begging you to stay over for dinner. You refuse, thank them, thank Sae the most and wish him the happiest birthday. He dismisses your formality with the vague wave of a hand, says he hopes to meet you again. You smile sweetly.

“There’s no need”.

Rin ignores your objection similarly to how you ignored him the entire afternoon, finishes buttoning up his coat instead. He always walks you home and today will be no exception.

The silence between you two is so uncharacteristic it irritates him, to the point of affliction. Are you that upset with him? Ah, the magic must’ve finally flickered out.

“So, how was it?”, he spitefully pushes, “meeting the legendary brother”.

You keep your gaze on the street.

“It was okay”.

Rin scoffs.

“Just okay? You two really hit it off”.

“He was kind to me”.

“I’m sure he was”.

You finally stop in your tracks to look at him.

“Just because we’re friends it doesn’t mean you get to be an asshole all the time, you know”.

Rin stops too, lips parted, breath condensating into a tiny cloud by his mouth. The serious look you’re fixing him with makes his shoulders slump ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry”, he murmurs. Your gaze softens and he hates it, how easy it is for you to cut him some slack.

“Can you tell me what’s really wrong, Rin?”.

He feels like throwing up.

“Nothing is wrong”.

You hum, pensive, take the time to kick a tiny rock with the tip of your boot.

“I really think you should give yourself some grace. You deserve some peace”.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”.

“It means you’re so focused on protecting yourself from imaginary threats, you can’t see”.

“See what?”.

You offer a sad smile.

“How bright you shine”.

Rin is so taken aback he doesn’t know what to say, surprise paralyzing his entire body. He hasn’t felt like this in a while, perhaps years. It’s not fair that you have access to such a vulnerable side of him, it’s not fair that he can suddenly sense a weird lump in his throat.

“I don’t shine-”, he spits the word out, disgusted.

You’re usually very careful about his boundaries, whether they’re a hoax or not. But this time? You do something you’ve never done before, roughly take his face in your cold hands to make sure he keeps his gaze on you instead of avoiding it like a coward.

“You shine, Rin. I’m so tired of you being the only one refusing to see it. You’re the most resilient, talented, hardworking person I know. You did good. But the challenge is over, there is no war anymore, you don’t have to persist in this stubborn seclusion”, your eyes are suddenly wet, tears precariously collecting in your lash line, “you get to rest, now. Please, be proud of yourself and rest. There’s nothing to be on your guard against”.

He doesn’t remember his heart ever squeezing as painfully in his chest before, the urge to take your face in his hands making the pads of his fingers itch. He doesn’t remember the last time he came so close to let a few tears fall.

He’s gonna take you too. Just like he takes everything from me.

The thought takes his breath away for a moment. He feels your thumb gently stroke his cheek.

“You’re the legendary brother to me, anyway”, you smile, then sniffle.

Has he split himself wide open for you or are you simply that good at reading him? Rin can feel his hands shake when they fist the fabric of your plush jacket.

“Why are you telling me this?”, he can barely recognize the desperation vibrating in his own voice, “why do you even put up with me?”.

You blink a few times, astonished. Then smile again, warm and bright like the sun. Oh, he doesn’t shine, you do.

“Because I love you, obviously”.

And Rin doesn’t have to ask, doesn’t have to wonder what you mean. He knows. He’s known all this time.

“Why did you never tell me?”.

“Because you wouldn’t have let me do it in peace”, you chuckle, “you don’t like me like that so you wouldn’t have let me love you. As if I needed something in return. As if loving you as a friend couldn’t possibly be enough, anyway”.

His fingers are hurting from how tightly he’s still fisting the fabric of your jacket. It feels like his insides are exploding with a million different emotions and he doesn’t have nearly enough time to interpret them. But does he really need that, after all? Time. He’s known you for so long. 

“Stop putting up a fight, silly”, you let go of his face but flick his forehead, to which he grimaces, surprised, “let me love you. I’m your best friend in the whole, entire world after all! Who cares about your stupid brother? No wait, that came out mean, I just meant I care more about you than-”

Rin’s sudden embrace is suffocating, you’re pressed against him so tightly you genuinely struggle taking a single breath. You don’t remember him ever hugging you, the most noteworthy intentional contact you can recall is his arm around your shoulders when you insisted on taking a cute selfie, once. Every other hug, you had always initiated. His arms were always loose around you, cautious, despite his forehead often resting on your shoulder.

His clothes smell nice. He smells nice. You close your eyes, bask in a warmth so strange yet familiar. You don’t think you’ll ever love someone the way you love him.

“You’re so stupid”, Rin murmurs against your neck. With a smile, you nuzzle your face further into his chest.

“So I’ve been told”.

He thinks his heart might be seconds away from slamming itself free from his ribcage.

“Can you tell me again?”.

“What, that I don’t care about your brother? Sure, fuck Itoshi Sae. Oh no, that was also way too mean, don’t tell him I said-”

Rin pulls away abruptly, hands kept on your shoulders to keep you there or maybe to steady himself. You shut your mouth, don’t comment damp cheeks dusted with pink. It may be the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him.

“Not that, you idiot”, his pitch is gentle, with a hint of amusement. One of his hands cradles your cheek, thumb gently skimming over your lips.

“I love you”, it comes out less bold now, timid. Something melts in his chest all the same.

“Will you pretend it never happened, if I kiss you now?”.

Your exhale is shaky.

“No”.

All these years and this is the first time you’re seeing Itoshi Rin truly, openly smile. The sight does something funny to your stomach.

“Good”.

[mscherub]

Silly Headcanons for the Twst Boys!

A/N: just to post something…here are random headcanons I quite literally thought up on the spot. also yay…headcanons again…haven’t done this for a while

ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH YAY!!!

First is Heartslabyul!

Warnings:

swearing!

Heartslabyul (you're here :D), Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia, + Bonus staff?!! (Spoiling y'all...) (the rest are TBD…)

You can’t use slang and you can’t talk in an abridged fashion around this mf…he will be correcting you on how to speak properly. It’s kind of a habit for him.

“And I was gonna head out—“ “Correct the proper pronunciation of the words…’And I was going to take my leave—‘“

Secret stuffed animal he keeps locked away. Bought it on a whim when he seen it in the markets. If anyone seen him with the plushie that looked like vorpal then he’d be done for

His long term memory? Fantastic. Short term memory, though? Yea...not so great, hence why he has to study so much, then of course he enforces it on others. FOR FUN YAY!

Had an emo phase, was then busted for it by his mother and she threw all of his "emo" belongings into the fireplace while reciting rules... (my pookie suggested this one…and I can see it 😎)

Draws fairly well, sketching, painting, whatever it may be. Discovered this through art classes at NRC, but he doesn't dabble it unless for a grade...such potential...wasted :(

LITERAL MAMA'S BOY. We all know Deuce is, but what about Trey? No, Trey is one, trust.

Talking on the phone... "He ma...yea I'm doing good! Yea, I've been baking as usual...coming up with new recipes-- oh, I wanted to ask you if we could shop around when I go on break? Good-- yes, yes, then back to tending to the bakery. Got it."

Doesn't really like to eat what he bakes after. He'll taste test it periodically throughout the baking process, but after looking at it and smelling it for so long he just...doesn't want it anymore

His parents force him to take up editing photos of the bakery so they can put them on their website. Learns it fairly quickly...look who he's friends with--

Plays pranks on Riddle for fun and then blames it on Ace and Deuce. Trey would never do that, you know? It's all totally Ace and Deuce's fault, shhhh.

"ACE! DEUCE!" Riddle screams...well, then. Not Trey's fault...even if he did set it up, heh

Was canceled once on Magicam, but he rebounded and made a come back. It was over something stupid as well-- they gave him a warning for posting a video of him skateboarding since to their guidelines it was, "A dangerous act you should not replicate." Yea he crashed out...

Got caught reading wattpad smut on his phone when he was younger by his sisters. His sisters will NOT let that incident go...more reasons for him to despise them--

casually reading shit he shouldn't be-- "Cater, no way" "AHHHHH!!" throws his phone

went vegan once, simply to follow a trend, then he stopped cause he didn't like many of the food choices. Cater for ya...

Puts the subway surfers game play on the bottom of his ranting posts so ppl focus on it--

HAS gotten bullied on roblox by a little kid...multiple times, then he's back talked them and gotten banned. He has a love hate relationship with the game.

playing roblox...kid is being a real dick, bugging him for money on Bloxburg, cater has had enough and the kid keeps saying mean things... "ok? yea? well...I'll be in bed with ur ma tonight and we'll make a kid she'll actually love..." gets banned..."MOTHER FUCKER--"

has roleplayed online. Still does on secret accounts

Played girls like there was no tomorrow back in his middle school era, but then his mother and then his brother scolded him so he cleaned up his act...

Unlike cater, Ace is the one who does the bullying on all types of games, never gets in trouble for it, though. Moderators turn away I guess...

No filter with this guy, he will speak his mind freely-- he puts some sort of a filter on around Riddle, however...or else Riddle would always have his head...yay.

At lunch he will mix together random food items and condiments, plus the drinks, and then eat/drink whatever concoction he made...then he bets people he won't consume it. Everyone around the table will bet he can't, then he'll down it...

"Deuce...give me the milk-- yes I'm gonna mix it with the mustard...yes? It's funny...oh! Yo, Prefect, give me your celery sticks--" Nasty...belgh

Partakes in those trends where you moan or are just loud in public places, like the library. Doesn't care, also forces people to do it with him just for the hell of it. Always wins...

After looking back on his past, bro got hit with a truck load of guilt. Still feels bad for stealing that lollipop from the candy store when he was in his delinquent stage...He'll get over it. Maybe...no he won't. He'll go find the store owner just to give him some money

Will slip up and curse, sailors mouth, then he'll get all bashful about it after...if it's around Riddle then he may as well jump off a bridge--

pours his tea. It's too hot, so when he takes a sip he burns his tongue-- "shit, bitch, asshole...fucking cunt. Fuck...hot." He mutters under his breath "What did you say, Deuce?" Riddle's cup makes a clink, and that's the only sound he can hear since everyone else went quiet...

Fairly versatile with music! In his...more heartfelt moments, whether that be a stressful one or he's just angry, probably heavy metal. Happy moments? Pop! While studying, something he picked up from Riddle most likely, he'll listen to classical.

Will respond to you with a resting bitch face...bro doesn't mean it, really, he just kinda...developed it

Sleepwalks/sleep-fights...Once woke up his dorm members with this when they awoke to him punching Ace while he slept. Funny moment. 10/10

Ace sleeping peacefully, then-- BAM! Deuce hits him...he was having a bad dream. "AHOWWW! H-HEY! WHAT THE FUCK--" Yea...so...Riddle scolded both of them :D

A/N: I dunno guys…just went with what my heart was saying on this one…

And now I disappear again 👅

Crawls away

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[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons pt.5!!!

warnings: nada

content: loser!ellie x reader headcanons

authors note : ellie dug a hole into my skull and moved in

⁃ against bags for no reason. like her pockets are constantly full of things. random receipts, money, headphones, EVERYTHING. she takes her pants of and they jingle cuz they're filled with COINS.

⁃ knows how to do a back bridge and just HAS to let everyone know. you're watching tv and she's just on the floor like "look"

⁃ i feel like shes the type of person to just start fully eating an orange in the middle of class. like ur listening to the teacher talk and you're just hit by the most aggressive wave of CITRUS from behind you

⁃ constantly fighting the air... like she's just in the kitchen punching and kicking at NOTHING just because. she's always coming up to you and like take punching you and doing her own sound effects like “PWAH PWAH WAM WAPOW"

⁃ jar hoarder 😞😞 every time you buy anything that comes in a jar she's keeping it. literally won't let you throw them away!!! you guys don't even have cups anymore, its just jars and mugs.

⁃ speaking of mugs, ellie has just as many stupid mugs as she does stupid tshirts. absolutely has a lot of garfield mugs be she LOVES GARFEILD

- would buy a dry-erase board for your fridge and leave u little notes and drawings

⁃ "Every single time I see you, I become horny like a triceratops" with a little drawing of a triceratops"

⁃ breaks into incoherent ramblings when shes sleepy... like insane hypotheticals

"what if our bed just completely exploded right now"

⁃ whenever ur on facetime and it gets quiet she just breaks out into song. not even like good, trying singing but BAD SINGING.

⁃ she does that whenever it's quiet !!!

⁃ is listening to music CONSTANTLY. her headphones are actually attached to her ears like all DAY she's listening to something.

⁃ HATES THE BIG LIGHT (iykyk) she lives for low/ natural lighting definitely has so many lamps and led lights

⁃ can never sit normal.... like she is not beating the gay ppl sitting weird allegations she sits so ODD

⁃ will spend literal hours in the pool. doing flips, pretending to be a mermaid, 'making up' her own tricks, she lives for it & !!!

⁃ refuses to dress right for the weather. it'll be like 90° outside and shes in a whole hoodie and jeans.

⁃ has the WEIRDEST subway order. probably puts banana peppers on her shit 😭😭 she swears its the best thing ever

⁃ love's campy comedy movies, esp lesbian ones and horror movies (but im a cheerleader, bottoms, scary movie, etc) also def loves coming of age movies

⁃ has a letterbox account and makes extremely thought provoking reviews

literally her

⁃ always taking candids of you, and they're literally her favorite pictures

⁃ every time she sees two things next to eachother she's like "oh my god it's literally us!!"

⁃ one time she crashed her car and it literally fully flipped over and she just crawled out of the trunk and called you like "you would NOT believe what just happened to me."

- absolutely a waffles girl she needs the texture she likes the CRUNCH

⁃ but like she also loves bacon pancakes. like she's obsessed w adventure time and she makes bacon pancakes ALL THE TIME and she sings the song while she makes them

- eats trail mix like all day....she buys the giant jars and you make fun of her cuz she "likes eating nuts"

⁃ the most secret swifty ever. like she refuses to let it be known but she fully sobbed when she listened to folklore for the first time

⁃ obsessed w those baby sensory videos. like she will literally be entertained for hours

⁃ LOVES the lego movies, esp lego batman

⁃ the MOST honest shit talker ever like you'll be like "yeah she's just a really bad person" and she'd be like "she's also like disgustingly hideous...

⁃ her search history isn’t even weird or gross its just…random. like she’s definitely googled “how do cotton candy machines work” before

⁃ family guy enjoyer.....

⁃ her cf story is like insanely long n its filled w random memes she reposts and insane ramblings

taglist!!!! if ur name is crossed i can't tag u :((

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Life As Roommates – Charlie

Charlie and I have been friends since our freshman year of college. We were only in one class together, but our roommates ended up dating. This caused us to hang out all the time. After we graduated, Charlie got a job as this bigshot, Rick's assistant. I got a job as a freelance photographer. I worked for different magazines and websites.

I walked in from a long day of photographing a company's picnic/PR stunt. I kicked off my shoes and hung my keys by the door. I instantly went to my room and changed out of my work clothes. I slipped on a loose tank top and a pair of short shorts. I slipped on my slipper/sandals and left my room. When I walked into our family room, I wasn't surprised by what I saw: Charlie sitting in his work shirt and tie, boxers, and socks, drinking a beer.

"You're home earlier than normal," I teased him. I sat in one of our chairs and grabbed an extra beer he had on the table. I suddenly felt a little self-conscious when Charlie's eyes scanned my legs as I mirrored how he was sitting. I cleared my throat and asked, "Booty call or temper tantrum?"

"Temper tantrum," Charlie sighed, leaning his head against the top of the couch. "It's always a temper tantrum with Rick."

"Why do you work for that asshat?" I asked, trying to sound more teasing than worried.

"He's got his good qualities."

"Like what?" I scoffed.

We had a small staring contest with playful "serious" looks on our faces. Charlie opened and closed his mouth, but ended up sighing.

"You got me," he said, lifting his beer to his lips. I looked away when I noticed I was watching him take a drink a little too long.

"How was your day at work?"

"The usual," I brushed off. "I spent five hours on my feet, taking fake action shots of this company picnic they set up for their website. By the end of the day, I swore never to use that law firm. I mean it, Charlie. If I ever get arrested, don't you dare call Johnson and Morris."

Charlie laughed as he crossed his heart and said, "I promise."

We spent the next little while talking about our days. The more Charlie talked about his work, the more I wanted to go to his work and punch Rick in his stupid, controlling face.

Charlie was in the middle of explaining Rick's fourth temper tantrum of the day when I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"I spend my day chasing him around, following his orders," he sighed. "You'd think I'd be used to him telling me twenty things and only remembering the last thing he said, getting furious when I complete the first 19 but not the last 1."

"Yeah," I couldn't stop myself from scoffing. "He's your puppetmaster, right? And a puppet must do what his master tells him to."

I froze, my beer inches from my lips, when Charlie looked up. We had an oddly intense staring contest as I waited for him to say something.

"I'm not. . . He isn't my. . . It's not that bad."

"Isn't it?" I challenged. I put my beer down and ignored what sounded like Charlie's breath getting caught in his throat as I stood up.

"He's my boss," he stuttered. "I have to do what he says."

"Sure," I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. My heart did something weird when Charlie's eyes briefly glanced down at my chest. "But Rick takes it way too far. He constantly verbally abuses you as he barks his orders at you. Those orders that he instantly forgets, changes, and then blows up on you when you double-check his change. You told me, literally yesterday, that Rick had a full-grown tantrum and destroyed the science project you worked all day on."

"But. . ."

"Charlie," I cut him off, "when was the last time you were home before six o'clock? When was the last time you left, not feeling like shit? When was the last time you had a low-stress day? When was the last time you didn't hate your job?"

My heart sank when he opened and closed his mouth, unable to answer any of my questions.

"That's what I thought," I sighed. I turned around and started grabbing his many empty beer bottles. I stared at all the bottles and remembered when he'd only have one beer at night.

I didn't look up at Charlie as I turned around and started carrying the bottles to the kitchen. As I passed him, I mumbled, "I kinda miss the days I came home and didn't find you half-naked on our couch, surrounded by empty beer bottles."

* * * * *

The next night was the same. Well, actually different. Charlie wasn't home when I got home. It was exactly the same because it was his work that was ruining his night.

I made myself some dinner, constantly listening for the door to open or for my phone to ring. After I ate and before I hopped in the shower, I sent Charlie a text.

Me Hey, I know you're probably working late (again), but I made some dinner and left you a plate. It's already in the microwave. Just heat it up for a minute and a half. Don't get home too late.

When I got out of the shower, he still hadn't come home. I got ready for bed and decided to make myself some tea, mainly stalling and seeing if Charlie would come home before I needed to go to bed.

I waited for almost two hours, but Charlie still hadn't come home. I sighed and gave up. I took my teacup and washed it in the kitchen sink. After hand-drying it, I finally heard the front door unlock and open as I hand-dried the cup.

I looked over my shoulder as he walked in.

"Oh," he whispered. "I figured you'd be in bed already."

"Almost," I said, turning back around. I put the cup back in the cabinet and walked past him. He grabbed my arm, stopping me.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know my job can be a lot, but it's good for me. I'm getting a lot of experience and making a lot of connections."

"You don't get it," I scoffed, pulling my arm out of his hold.

"Y/N," he tried to stop me, but I shook my head.

"You're changing," I said, my voice slightly breaking.

"What?"

"Admit it," I said, unable to stop my voice from breaking. "You've worked with him for what? Three years? And in those three years, you've changed. You are always rushing to Rick's side. You miss things for him. You ignore me."

"I don't ignore you," he tried to defend himself.

"Yes, you do," I whispered. I sighed and cleared my throat. "How many times have you ditched Roommate Dinner? Or Roommate Movie Night? Or Roommate Drink and Bitch?"

"Y/N. . ."

"I miss you, Charlie," I cut him off. "I miss my roommate. I miss. . . I miss my best friend."

I waited for him to say something – anything – but he just stared at me. The longer it took for him to respond, the more the tears built. I angrily wiped a stray tear before walking away from him.

"I swear," I mumbled, "if I lose you to that asshole, Rick won't have to worry about his career anymore. I'll end it in ten minutes."

* * * * *

I held my breath when I heard him unlock the front door. I couldn't see him, but I knew exactly what he was doing. I know what he sounds like coming home. I heard him kick off his shoes. I heard him hang up his keys. I heard him walk down the hall.

I kept my eyes glued to my book as he walked into the room. It was hard, but I didn't look at him as he froze.

"Hey," he greeted me. I bit my tongue, forcing myself not to look at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him walk over and sit on the coffee table.

"Y/N," he said in a sing-songy voice. "Talk to me."

My heart jumped into my throat when he carefully took the book out of my hands. I watched him as he put my bookmark where I was and placed the book on the table next to him. The second he looked back at me, I looked away. 

"I need your help, Y/N," he said in the tone of voice he only used when he was up to something.

"With what?" I sighed, still not looking at him.

"Finding a new job."

His statement made my head snap toward him. "You want to. . . Really?"

He smiled at my question. He reached over and grabbed my hands. "I quit," he told me. "After talking to you last night, I realized you were right. I was turning into Rick. When you walked away last night, I realized I didn't want to be him. I want to be me. But more importantly, I want to be the guy you turn to, not the guy you walk away from."

I studied him closely as he waited for my response. "Did you really quit?" I asked, my voice slightly breaking.

"I did," he smiled with a small chuckle. "I am officially done with Rick and his. . ."

I cut him off by jumping off the couch and hugging him. We both laughed when we fell backwards. Somehow, Charlie maneuvered us so we landed on the floor with him under me.

He slightly shifted us so he was hovering over me. As we lay there, it felt like something shifted between us. My guess was confirmed when Charlie leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. I instantly started kissing him back as I reached up and loosely wrapped my arms around his neck. When neither one of us could breathe, Charlie broke the kiss.

"Well," I said, slightly clearing my throat, "this complicates our living situation."

"It doesn't have to," he whispered.

"What do you mean?" I asked, insecurities hitting me all at once.

Charlie smirked as he stood up, gently pulling me with him. When we were standing, he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"What if we weren't roommates anymore?" He asked, leaning in. He stopped when our faces were inches apart. My heart felt like it was in my throat as he reached up and moved some hair out of my face. I smiled when he left his hand on my chin.

"What if we were more? I don't know about you," he teased, "but I wouldn't mind if we were more. I've thought about it. A LOT."

"Really?"

"Really," he said, somehow pulling me closer. "I have wanted to be so much more than roommates for a lot longer than I should admit."

"Since when?"

"Since before we moved in together," he started to list. "Since my roommate made me go to that bar that one night, our junior year, so I could meet his new girl. Since we spent that whole night telling each other dirt about our roommates. Since we admitted to being okay with being our roommates' buffer friends while they figured their relationship out. Since we ran into each other at the party that our roommates each dragged us to, and then disappeared. Since we shared the cab and you fell asleep on my shoulder. Since I walked you up to your apartment and mentally begged for you to invite me in."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I asked, my voice dropping. "Why didn't you ever ask me out?"

"Because I was a coward," he sighed. "I thought that I was just your roommate's boyfriend's roommate."

"You were," I teased. He sent me a playful glare, but it didn't last long. All teasing and jokes dropped as I added, "But I wanted you to be more."

Our staring contest got intense as Charlie pulled me closer. He smiled before pressing his lips to mine. I threw my arms around him and started roughly kissing him back.

As our lips moved in sync, Charlie pulled me to the couch. We collapsed onto the couch, instantly in each other's arms. Without breaking the kiss, Charlie pulled me until I was straddling his lap. He broke the kiss and moved his lips to my neck.

"Charlie," I moaned. I couldn't help but shiver when he bit my collarbone. He leaned back with a smirk on his face. His smirk fell when he saw the look on my face.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"We need to think this through," I sighed. "This is going to change things. And once we change them, we can't change them back."

"I don't want to change them back," he said without a second of hesitation. "I want to do this, Y/N. I want you."

"Good," I whispered. "Because I don't want to change them back either. I want to do this, too, Charlie. I want you."

I gasped when he stood up with me in his arms. He didn't break our eye contact as he carried me to my room. I didn't realize how hard I was breathing until he gently put me on the bed, crawling over me.

"Last chance."

"What?" I asked, my voice soft.

"Last chance to stop before we cross this line."

I reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt. He gasped, but it quickly turned into a moan when I ripped open his work shirt.

"I have no intention of going back."

[yuri-is-online]

I love your one sided Floyd vs Ace thing because Ace is just trying to play wingman from the background so Yuu will stop talking about how Floyd's "Such a sweet boy!", like he didn't just try to take Aces head off during practice. And "He visited my class today" , yeah perfect, Floyd visited him today too. For very differnt reasons though. or "He just helped me dye my hair! Doesn't it look good?". It does but that's besides the point.

Bro Floyd is pining SO HARD rn it's not even funny anymore! He's always lost in fantasies but they're not even the hot kind! No, he's daydreaming about holding Yuus hand and going to that one really cute Cafe in Port city that Yuu always calls a "French Cafe". He doesn't know what the hell a French is but you know what! Calling it that makes you happy so that Cafe is French! He wants that excuse to come find you whenever he wants a nap and fall asleep in your lap as you pet him to sleep, and no one can even say shit about cause like! You'd be together.

But he thinks that Ace is trying to get together with Yuu and that just puts his mood way below the poverty line. HES NOT. HE SWEARS HES NOT. ACE JUST WANTS TO TEASE YUU FOR THEIR STUPID GROSS CRUSH NOT BE CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!

AlsoYuuisthepervertintherelationshipthankyouforcomingtomyTEDtalk

ah confused the ducky you. you always see my floyd visions so clearly, i am so happy

I like Ace's relationship with Yuu in pretty much all flavors, when I'm writing floydyuu I think of Ace as the self appointed mom friend/older brother. He likes the feeling of power and responsibility he gets from it since he's used to being the baby of the family. Floyd thinks that little shrimpy is funny and cute at first, someone he could chase around similar to Riddle.

But then they beat Azul. They beat Azul by annoying Sea Lion, who constantly ignores and mocks his attempts to fight him. They got under his skin, that's just on a different level. He's paying close attention now, and he likes what he sees. At first it's exciting, he likes new things and these feelings are certainly new. But it also makes him notice little things. Like how much closer you are to Crabby than you are to him. The jealousy just eats him up because he feels like he shouldn't be? Crabby kind of sucks? He's seen how his color changing magic is, he can't imagine he'd be a better option than him. But shrimpy giggles at his jokes and spends almost all their free time with him. He hates it, and it's starting to effect his... not quite but yeah kind of friendship with Crabby.

Meanwhile Yuu is savoring any sort of contact they can get with him. I love the hair dye suggestion, Floyd says he'll give you one color but really he just wants an excuse to put a streak of teal where his swoop would be on your head. He's too much of a coward to do it, going with whatever you request instead and how happy you are makes it almost worth it until you babble about how you'll have to show your friends how cool it is and what a good job he did. He makes a point of visiting Ace intending to threaten him but he ends up just whining about how he doesn't know how to get through to you, and asking if Ace knows anything about what a "french" is (he thinks it's a dessert) before he lapses into the silence of daydream while Ace wonders if it would be worth it to get Jamil involved.

Yuu gets the perv title for being into a literal fish on top ha of going along with whatever Floyd comes up with. Please do not underestimate his imagination he can be quite filthy when he wants to be, he's just being a good boy and only thinking about extramarital h*nd h*lding for now (•̀⤙•́ )

[spoonsock]

Score

Gwen Stacy x reader

Synopsis: You are a little shit head and Gwen doesn’t know how to play block blast lol

Does anyone want a part two bc I am tempted to write it

Today’s challenge for you is trying not to fall asleep in class. It’s really hard since the light is dimmed for the slideshow on the board to be visible and the teacher is droning on and on about something in a monotone voice AND you’re also really really tired. Playing sims 4 at 3 am is not doing you any good, especially not during exam season and you might as well get a degree in procrastinating.

You blink slowly and think about how you can’t wait to get back home and go to sleep.

Looking around the classroom, you try to find something to entertain yourself with. Majority of your classmates is also on the verge of falling asleep. You turn to your right and see a girl with choppy blonde hair seated next to you. She’s on her phone playing block blast and you kinda watch as she loses at 2397 score. And her highest score is literally 3814 so you don’t think before you lean a bit closer to her and open your stupid ass mouth.

“Bro you suck at block blast.”

You whisper and see her twitch because you probably scared her. She gives you a side eye just to check whether or not you’re talking to her, and seeing as you are like 4 inches away from her shoulder, she turns to you.

“I’m not playing to win, I’m playing cause I’m bored.”

She seems kinda annoyed and honestly you don’t blame her. But you don’t know what to say to that either so you give her a shrug and lean back in your seat.

You don’t speak to her again, but you do see her eyeing you a couple of times til the end of the class.

The day after, you see her again in PE. Actually, you realize, you two have a lot of classes together it’s just that she kinda keeps to herself so that’s why you’ve never noticed her, you guess. When teacher calls out for Gwen Stacy during attendance, that is the first time you hear her name and you do take effort to remember it.

The teacher yells at everyone to run faster and you think you are gonna pass out, when she passes you, running like her seventh lap which you think is insane and she must be some sort of lab freaking experiment because who in the everliving flip runs so much so easily.

The class is put in two teams for basketball and thankfully some of your friends are with you and you ask them to cover for you because you are super bad at basketball (you’re also like genuinely so inactive and take every chance to skip PE you lazy mf). So everyone is running around trying to get the ball and you are stalling behind them while hiding so the teacher can’t see that you’re not participating when someone actually passes you the ball and you fight the urge to just sit down and give up.

Anyway you are frozen and kinda panicking and everyone is looking at you when someone else kicks you with their elbow lightly and takes the ball right out of your hands. That specific someone is Gwen Stacy and she dribbles the ball like a damn pro and jumps like a million feet in the air to get the stupid ball in the hoop or whatever. Everyone goes back to running around and you just kinda stand there looking like you pooped your pants.

Gwen passes you again.

“You suck at basketball,, bro.”

You smile at her and pull out your middle finger and the teacher of course sees you and now you’ve got detention.

You come to a realization that you don’t exactly like Gwen Stacy.

You rant about your two previous interactions to one of your friends who says that they always thought Gwen was kinda weird.

From then on, you do pay attention to Gwen in all the classes you guys have together. She usually pays attention and sometimes she has something really obnoxious to ask the teacher in the middle of class just to show off that she knows more than the rest and that irritates you so bad, especially because her intention probably isn’t to be obnoxious and she’s actually interested in whatever subject she’s talking about.

You find out that she’s also in the school band and that makes sense because she does give off drummer vibes. A video of one of their shows is posted on the school page and it has like 2 views and you watch it so now there’s 3 views but then you watch it like a couple of more times so now there’s 6 views and each time you find yourself focusing on Gwen.

A few weeks later your friends invite you over to make a hear me out cake and you guys are all filming it on tiktok and you pull out a cutout of Spider-Woman and stick it into the front of the cake. The video goes viral on tiktok.

A few days later you get a follow request on instagram from @ gw3n.st4cyy and you’re kind of surprised since you thought she didn’t really like you either, but you accept it anyway.

[oh-meretseger]

part 7 - Date Me

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

notes: fluff (your first date🥹) with a little more dialogue with the others <3, kind of 18+! [a prequel to the smut that comes in the next chapter hehe], explicit language, making out, groping, dry humping

word count: 5,3k

"Look, I know him. I can see he adores you. You shouldn't worry about it" Sasha glanced up at you for a second, then turned her attention right back at the work she was crocheting, comfortably propped up by a bunch of her fluffy pillows.

"I just— I thought the same when I talked to Marco, but he's been avoiding me like the fucking plague"

"Oh my god, quit being so dramatic" Ymir rolled her eyes with an insufferable agony on her face. She wasn't the most supportive when it came to boy drama, but you still considered her a good friend after this short time you've known her - so when she came over to your dorm on her way to meet up with Historia, you decided to cry out all your pent-up frustration to the girls. "I just saw you two talking after morning class"

"AND he literally agreed to the movie night with us tomorrow, just us three" Sasha added.

"Yeah but— Y'know, I mentioned the night of the party and he instantly changed the subject" you replied quietly as your eyes dropped to your lap. "He doesn't even look at me like it happened, he doesn't joke with me or touch me—"

"What, do you expect him to finger you in front of the whole class?" Sasha frowned, pointing at you with her crochet hook.

"EEWWW" Ymir yelled out, wrinkling her freckled nose in utter disgust, and you shook your head as you tried to bite back your chuckle. You kinda started to regret telling them.

"NO, but— do you understand what I'm saying?"

"No" Ymir bluntly replied as she kept pushing herself off the desk, spinning on Sasha's swivel chair with an ungodly speed.

"I do, but again, I don't think he feels any differently about you" Sasha said without looking up from her work. "Just talk to him, pookie"

"For real. Y'all are like two mentally handicapped middle schoolers" Ymir pulled a face at you, then looked up at the ceiling, opening her arms theatrically. "Just kill them, dear God, don't make them suffer anymore"

"Get lost" you grinned as you grabbed the closest pillow on your bed to toss it right against her head. "You're right though, I should've just initiated... Jean's just always so straightforward, him being so awkward about it catches me off guard"

It's almost been a week since Connie's party and as soon as you ran into Jean on Monday, something instantly felt off. 'Missed my dumb ass?' you asked and he looked away sheepishly 'I don't really miss any body parts', seeming flustered before swiftly changing the subject to civil law (ok, great move, Jean). You had no idea what could be going on, you've never seen Jean being so awkward. Maybe even embarrassed. But why is he embarrassed? Maybe he regrets it..?

Even though you were originally the one to kick against the vulnerable moments happening between you two, you still felt like your subconscious hopes were shattered into pieces.

"Pfft, awkward" Ymir snorted. "I still can't believe the king of arrogance himself is acting sheepish about this shit"

"He's not arrogant" Sasha smirked up at her and you smiled. Kind of the same conversation happened between you when you were the one despising Jean's cocky attitude, just a few months ago. "You just don't know him that well"

Ymir huffed condescendingly.

"Who knows anyway what them stupid men have sloshing around in their ugly skulls" she grimaced as she momentarily stopped spinning, hugging her pulled up knees. "Instead of a brain"

"Jean has a pretty skull though" you pouted, but you knew there was no use arguing. You could point your finger at any man, and Ymir would wrinkle her nose in disgust at every one of them.

"Bruh" Ymir glared at you. "That man looks like a ponderosa pine with limbs, you're a dumbass for crying about him"

"BAHHHAHAHA" laughter bursted out of Sasha uncontrollably, and you stared at her squeezing her eyes, mouth wide open as she screamed hysterically, as if Ymir just dropped the most hilarious joke on planet Earth.

"What on earth is a ponderosa" you gazed blankly, then scoffed at Sasha as she wiped her tears. "And what the hell are you laughing at? A few days ago she told you Niccolo looked like a dumpling with a blonde mop on top of it"

"I like dumplings" Sasha shrugged as her shoulders shook with laughter and a satisfied grin grew on Ymir's face.

"See?" Ymir raised her eyebrow at you, then started pushing herself again to get the swivel chair to reach a space shuttle's centripetal force. "I think you should quit thinking about his praying mantis lookin' ass, like, altogether"

A small chuckle bursted out of you but you tried your best to bite it back, wanting to keep the situation serious, even though Sasha was still wheezing in the background.

"What? He should actually be grateful a girl like you let him touch her princess parts" Ymir sneered at you scornfully. "I mean, I'm not trying to judge your taste in men, but girl—"

"Yeah, I can see that" you grimaced at her. "You're not judging, I'm just naturally attracted to pine trees and you support my fetish"

"Hey, all the way" Ymir started spinning herself the other way. "If that's what you're into"

"Thanks a lot"

"You know I understand you girls, I just don't condone you crying after all these athletes that are gross and stink like a skunk after practice, and act like dickheads after you touch their pickle"

"Fair" Sasha glanced up, and you continued your game trying to hit Ymir in the head with all the pillows and stuffies you could find in the room as she swivelled with the speed of a tumble dryer.

Until Sasha bursted out laughing once again.

"What's so funny?"

"If I told you a few months ago you were gonna be all lovey-dovey about Jean you would've decked me" Sasha chuckled and you felt your stomach flip at her words. Lovey-dovey, huh?

"I'd never deck you, Sasha"

"I would" Ymir chimed in.

"You'd deck anyone" you chuckled, holding your arms up to your head to protect yourself from Ymir's vengeful blow as she launched a pillow back at you with the force of her insane spinning.

"Indeed" she replied, then stopped the swivel chair, finger gunning at you as she got up. "And now if you'll forgive me, I have an angel to meet who absolutely never stinks like a skunk"

"My brother in Christ, only God can forgive you for the shit you've said in this room" Sasha said without looking up and you laughed as Ymir stumbled to the door, obviously feeling dizzy from turning about three million times in the last twenty minutes.

"Tell Hisu we're saying hi!"

"Ight, see ya fools!" the door slammed shut behind Ymir and you looked at Sasha's skilled hands moving for a few silent seconds. Jean filled your mind like a heavy, intoxicating fog at all times, making every single cell in your body tingle with excitement. You wanted more. So much more of him.

"Look!" Sasha jumped to her feet as she finished her work, the crochet hook hanging from the piece of clothing she just made herself. She held the skirt up to her hips as she stood in front of the mirror. "What do you think?"

"It's really cute" you grinned at her reflection. "Colorful and pretty, just like you"

Although your dilemma seemingly dissolved, you still wasn't a hundred percent sure that Sasha was right. Your mind told you to believe her, considering how she was one of the few people who truly knew Jean - but your curiosity still got the best of you. That day, while Sasha went lurking around in the kitchen to watch Niccolo cook, you turned to Connie above your half eaten lunch in the canteen.

"Connie..."

"That's me" he replied, mouth full of food as he glanced at you, earning a quick roll of your eyes.

"Did Jean tell you anything about being mad at me?"

"Nah, why?"

"He's avoiding me" you said as your eyes dropped to your fork, jumbling the food around in your plate.

"He's trying his best not to fuck you, probably" Connie shrugged and you almost choked on your own saliva.

"You mean like— Did he—tell you?" you asked as you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You absolutely didn't calculate on the possibility of Connie knowing all about your naughty business when you opened this topic.

"Tell me what" he furrowed his eyebrows and your heart almost jumped out of your chest. Fuck. You basically just told on yourself.

"Nothing, forget it" you muttered, but looking at Connie's expression, you already knew it was too late. The bright red tint of your face probably told him everything he needed to know.

"NO" Connie slammed his fists on the table, cutlery clattering against your plates with the devastating sound of his realization. You squeezed your eyes.  "Say sike right now"

"Stop"

"You FUCKED?!" he yelled as he stared at you, jaw hanging open in utter shock, and your hands instantly moved to your eyes as a few turning heads around you caught your eye.

"Connie!" you hissed angrily, but there was no amount of sternness that could jolt him out of his shocked state.

"I can't believe that little dipshit didn't tell me" his eyes stared at you widened. "Was it good?"

"What?! No—I mean yeah, but—Connie, no, you don't get it" you stuttered as you tried to calm and collect your thoughts. "I talked to Marco beforehand and—"

"About fucking Jean?"

"No, about us, and how he feels—or, like—how he assumes he feels, and how I feel—"

"Huh?" Connie blinked at you. "Who feels what?"

"HIM. I mean, us both. I don't know what, but— I thought we both felt it, but now I'm not sure anymore and I'm starting to think he just misunderstood him, and all he felt was something temporary and completely different from what I feel" you gabbled in one breath, but looking at Connie's motionless face, you quickly realized it only made sense in your head. "You know?"

"You are on so many drugs" Connie said blankly and you sighed, defeated.

"Nevermind, forget it"

"So... You banged, but it was bad?"

You and Connie gazed at each other for a good few moments before you opened your mouth to reply, still not sure you were talking to an actual cognitive being. "Where's the factory reset button on you?"

He was at least considerate enough to drop the stupid questions when Reiner appeared at your table, grinning and happy to see your now familiar faces, then joined you having lunch - while ditching his teammates at the other table who wore the same varsity jackets as him, seemingly confused as to why Reiner chose to sit with you two randos.

But you didn't mind, moreover, were glad you finally got to talk to him a little more after just a few exchanged sentences at Connie's party. From the outside, Reiner looked exactly like your typical buff, intimidating jock type, but as soon as he spoke to you and Connie with that soft smile, a joyful warmth filled your chest at the realization: he was just a sweetheart in a huge, scary body.

"'Aight, I'll see you guys around" you grabbed your tray as you prepared to leave, but Reiner's hand stopped you in your tracks as it reached for your arm.

"Wait, which way y'going?"

"To the library" you smiled at him and he immediately returned it, a grin plastered on his face as he threw his gym bag over his shoulder.

"You can walk me to my class, then"

"Yeah? Should I drop you off on my way there?" you laughed and Reiner's warm eyes glared into yours as he winked at you.

"I know I'm in safe hands with you"

As you said bye to Connie and you felt Reiner softly place his hand on your waist to guide you to the way out of the canteen, you raised your eyes to suddenly meet a pair of familiarly intense hazel ones. Jean sauntered your way and you muttered a quiet 'hi' as he shook hands with Reiner while passing. His scent hit your nose and you felt dizzy all of a sudden, but he seemed so nonchalant and absolutely not touched by seeing Reiner by your side that you quickly shook the feeling off. He doesn't care.

Oh, but he did, very much so.

He had to force himself to relieve the clench of his jaw to save his teeth from breaking. Why did Reiner touch your waist like that? Who the fuck does he think he is? You barely even know him. And where the fuck are you going with him, just you two? Jean felt his muscles tense up, making great effort not to look back as he walked towards Connie, and away from you.

"What the fuck was that?" a growl bursted out of Jean as soon as he reached Connie's table.

"Dude, how can you fuck it up this bad? You have it so easy" Connie immediately complained in response and Jean sat down with a confused frown.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're all she talked about, she actually went fucking nuts about ten minutes ago—"

"What? Why?" Jean cut him off, the tension of his muscles increasing as he got more impatient.

"She asked me if you were mad at her, and I said no, and she told me you two fucked—" Connie jabbered, but Jean's frustration took over again.

"Okay, she most definitely did not tell you that" he shook his head.

"Whatever, you kept it a secret from me anyway, so I'm quite disappointed in you at the moment, don't cut me off" Connie replied like the assertive gentleman he was. "Anyways, now she thinks you just wanted to get her laid and dip cause you avoid her, or whatever"

"What?! That's stupid" Jean's eyebrows furrowed and he felt his heartbeat intensify. Is that really what you think? The exact opposite was what he was trying to do. After that drunken night, Jean was scared you'll get the wrong impression and think he just wants to fool around. However, after talking to Marco, he was certain in one thing: he didn't want the two of you to stay casual, and he wanted you on the same page as him. "Why the hell would I dip?"

"THAT'S what I'm saying, you have it so easy, man. She's infatuated with you. Don't fuck it up"

"Where did that word come from?" one of Jean's eyebrows raised in suspicion and Connie shrugged.

"I was reading Sasha's magazine in class earlier" he replied and Jean shook his head with a smile. The nervous beating of his heart and the uneasy feeling in his stomach remained - an awful guilt started to twist his mind as he imagined you having these stupid thoughts. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like he didn't cherish all the intimate moments that'd happened between you like the most precious little treasure in his heart. He wanted more, so much more, but he was so scared of you believing sex was all he wanted from you.

"I don't want to fuck it up, but—" Jean nervously rubbed his temple. "I was thinking earlier—"

"Wow, impressive" Connie said bluntly and Jean's face dropped.

"Shut the fuck up" he growled, then slapped Connie's hand away as he poked his hand.

"You're holding the knife in the wrong hand, by the way"

Jean stared at him for a few moments, contemplating if he should just stab that knife into his own neck.

"I'm left-handed, you fucking dumbass"

You smiled at Reiner one last time before you parted ways in front of his class, then continued your way to the library. Reiner was a sweet guy - he gave you the impression of a seemingly confident, but secretly timid man who mastered the art of flirting, yet still became flustered when the same flirty comments were thrown right back at him. Although they were light-hearted, you didn't take them seriously. He probably flirted like that with most of the girls around campus.

You turned left at the familiar bookshelf, making your way to your favorite quiet corner of the library. Though it looked like the single table there was already occupied. You gazed at the back of the black jacket that had hand-painted lettering on it, dark strands of hair falling to his shoulder and moving with a familiar shine as he turned his head to the sound of your steps.

"Eren" you smiled at him, trying not to spontaneously burst into flames at the intensity of his bright greenish eyes piercing through yours. Eren closed the book in his hand, kindly removing his crossed legs from the other chair and moving over so you could get seated. "What are you reading?"

You grabbed the book handed to you, examining the dark cover of The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe. Your eyes flicking to the other two books lying on the table, you instantly realized Eren didn't pick them for himself - you knew Mikasa was mad about gothic literature. A smile curved your lips at the thought of Eren browsing around for hours, looking for books that'd make Mikasa happy.

How sweet.

"Where did you leave your mullet-man?" Eren asked with a smirk and you lifted your gaze at the metallic sound hitting your ear. A balisong was spinning and turning smoothly between Eren's fingers, the insane speed of his effortless movements catching you off guard. It could've been interpreted as kind of a threat, but you knew Eren.

You didn't expect any less from a man who regularly visited bars around campus to find dudes that harassed vulnerable, drunk girls, and beat those dudes up just for fun.

"I don't have any cash, if you're trying to threaten me" you said and Eren laughed as your eyes were glued to the effortless flicking of his wrist, the butterfly knife swinging around in the air like a toy. "But I—I don't know, his business is not mine"

"Ah, right" Eren all-knowingly smiled as he closed the balisong. "That's why he's followed you here"

"What?" you turned your head to follow Eren's eyes with a confused frown and your heart skipped a beat as you saw Jean's tall frame walking towards you.

"Your business is his, apparently" Eren winked at you and put his knife in his pocket, then grabbed the books as he stood up. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone"

You felt your cheeks heat up at his comment. He knew exactly how to make you flustered in just seconds.

"I know those are for Mikasa, ya big ass lovebird" you said to quickly snap back at him, earning a roll of his eyes and an irritated huff. Eren didn't like you knowing about the existance of his emotions, apparently. It was never fully obvious to you whether him and Mikasa were together or not, but they basically lived their lives attached at the hip, so it wasn't hard to figure.

"Look who decided to finally get into a six foot radius of a book" Eren turned to Jean to greet him with a huge grin.

"What are you doing here?" Jean frowned at Eren. "You're not illiterate anymore?! You could've told us, we would've thrown a party or something"

You chuckled, although you tried to keep it quiet. These stand-offs between Jean and Eren could get brutal and usually, the more you gave voice to your amusement, the more hostile they got.

"There was a party, I just timed it to coincide with the hockey team's twentyseventh lost game of this season, that must be why you missed it" Eren deadpanned. "Sorry"

You bursted out laughing this time, the honest hurt on Jean's face at Eren's stupid remark was just too much to bear.

"Your girl laughs at my jokes harder than yours" Eren grinned, and you immediately blushed at the title. You're not even 'his girl'. Though you weren't so quick to correct him. "Get your shit together, my man"

"Alright Jäger, we get it, your balls finally dropped" Jean sat down next to you as his hand motioned for Eren to go away. "Now walk. And never stop"

"Oof, did someone feed you after midnight, Kirstein?" Eren smiled as he looked to you, then winked at you one more time before turning to leave. "Bye, little birds"

"Bye, Romeo!" you sneered at him and looked at his head shaking as he walked away.

Your eyes darted to Jean as a moment of silence set between you and he felt himself get flustered right away. He felt unbelievably weak for a second as he realized how he always melted under the twinkle in your beautiful big eyes. He liked to think he's got his emotions under control at all times, but the way he became bewitched by how pretty you are every single time told him otherwise. Your soft lips curved into a slight smile, pretty little freckles on your nose moving with the movements of your face, your eyelashes slowly blinking, alluring Jean to breathlessly lose himself in the endless depth of your eyes. He just couldn't not stare.

"You love each other, just admit it" you smirked at him and Jean snapped out of his trance, gritting his teeth.

"He's an idiot"

"Sure" you smiled to yourself, knowing exactly what was actually hidden behind Eren and Jean's whole hating-each-other's-guts facade.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you something—" Jean's eyes dropped to his hands on the table, his fingers nervously fidgeting as he tried to gather all his strength to force the words out. "I just—I don't want you to feel like fooling around is all I'm interested in"

"Is it not?" you cheekily raised an eyebrow as you bit back your smile, secretly loving the way this big and gruffy man got so shy and timid all of a sudden.

"No, it's not. And you know that" Jean replied bluntly as his eyes shot to yours and your heart jumped in your chest at the intense eye contact. He was right, you did. Your eyes flicked to his again as you heard your name roll off his tongue, sounding so beautifully sweet. "I’m taking you out on a date"

"Do I have a say in it?" you chuckled, and although it sounded more like a demand, your heart still started fluttering with pure happiness.

"No" he smirked, his heart unknowingly matching the fluttering of yours as he looked at you smile. "Date me, it's a command"

"Yes, sir!" you nodded. You didn't want to further force a conversation about his exact thoughts and feelings, you just felt happy to see where things were going. "So no fooling around, you said?"

"Uh-uh" he shook his head, then smirked as his eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. "For now, at least. What do you say?"

"Sounds good" you returned his playful smile. You'll be curious to see how long he'd obey his rule. "Tomorrow night?"

The key turned in the lock, the door slowly opened and your hand quickly started to fumble around to find the light switch. You walked into the empty dorm as it lit up, then swiftly reached out to your night lamp to switch to that light instead. It was more friendly.

The room was empty, but that didn't take you by surprise. After you and Jean cancelled on you three's movie night, Sasha was more than happy to go home for the weekend instead, leaving the dorm empty for you on accident. She was internally in hysterics as soon as she heard about your little date, but you tried your best to convince her it was just a "casual hangout, nothing special", so she left it to you.

Jean stepped in the dorm after you, closing the door behind him. A comfortable silence filled the room as he shook his jacket off of his shoulders, laying it on Sasha's swivel chair. Warmth spread in your chest as you felt his scent fill your nose, his presence making the butterflies in your stomach flap around in ecstasy.

"Can I use your charger?" he grabbed the cable lying on your bed.

"Sure" you replied as you kicked off your shoes, then watched as he plugged his phone in. The dark band shirt fit loose on his broad shoulders, soft strands of ashy brown hair fell to his neck, and the way the warm light grazed the side profile of his pretty face made you melt.

Jean flopped down on your bed, making you immediately jump to push him off.

"NO!" you pressed your palms on his back as hard as you could, but he just chuckled, not flinching one bit. "Get your outside clothes off my bed!"

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot you're clinically insane"

"Take these off" you tugged on Jean's cargos with a frown. He just sat on the bus with those pants, you couldn't have all the nasty bus-germs all over your clean bed.

"Hey, cool it. I told you, no naughty stuff" he smirked up at you and you chuckled. Right, no naughty stuff. We’ll see.

“Take it off”

Jean felt the blood in his body start to wander to a different place from his brain as memories flooded his mind at hearing your demanding tone. He couldn’t be more confident in his decision to slow things down with you - but he felt his presence of mind fading as your eyes blinked at him with that playful glint.

“Your wish is my command, smartass” Jean kicked off his shoes and you bit down on your lower lip as you watched his hands move to fumble with the buckle of his belt. You felt a familiar heat spread in your core as you looked at him and you hesitated for a moment before reaching for the button of your own jeans.

Neither of you really overdressed for your cute little date. You agreed that a simple milkshake in the café near the campus and a walk in the park would perfectly fit for a first date, eliminating any excessive pressure and frustration of a fancier one. Jean told you to dress ‘sleazy’ and ‘preferably like a homeless person’, so you did just that, you even kinda matched with him in your baggy jeans and big hoodie. Jean secretly hoped it’d be easier to keep his composure this way, but homeless-you mesmerized him just as much as if you dressed up, maybe even a little more. He found your smaller frame in those huge clothes adorable - especially now that he knew what you were hiding under them.

The plan worked, with some of the pressure lifted off, it felt amazing to be in his presence. An unknown kind of happiness filled both of your brains as hours flew by, your conversation only stopping when your eyes sank too deep into each other, erasing all existing thoughts in your hazy minds.

“You won’t make me take a shower this time?” Jean smirked as he pulled his legs out of his cargo pants, then quickly squeezed his eyes shut when his eyes flicked up to you just as your baggy jeans fell to your ankles. He already felt himself getting hard as the soft skin of your beautiful legs caught his eye. Oh, no.

“No, not this time” you smiled, then pulled your hoodie to take it off. Jean sat there spellbound as he watched you lay your clothes on a chair, then put your glasses on the desk, light grazing the round ouline of your ass in your cute little panties, a tight cropped top letting the skin on the curve of your beautiful waist show. He felt the blood rush to his groin and you turned around, your hard nipples of your perfect tits showing through the small top, letting him know you had no bra on all along.

You bit your lower lip as you looked at Jean, his pretty lips parted as he stared at you, a growing bulge in his boxers between his deliciously spread thighs telling you he liked the view just as much as you did.

“This is not a good idea”

“Why? We’re not gonna do anything” you replied softly while you stepped closer to Jean, standing between his legs as he looked up to you with already flushed cheeks. His lashes fluttered as your fingers found their way through his hair. “You said it yourself, right?”

“Right” Jean mumbled as his eyes closed at the heavenly feeling of your touch. His face looked so beautiful like this, him melting between your hands, you just couldn’t help leaning down to press a soft kiss on his lips.

The kiss was sweet and slow, full of tender emotions. Although it still sent a burning heat through both of your cores, this time it also felt so delicately warm and affectionate.

Your lips started moving in perfect sync as you laid down on your bed, hands slowly roaming each other’s bodies, gentle strokes and deep, passionate kisses heating them up. Your sense of time vanished as you made out and the wet noises of your lips filled the room, along with your desperate whimpers and Jean’s quiet groans as your hips slowly rolled into his, one of your legs wrapped around him as you laid on your sides. The wet spot on your panties rubbed on his aching bulge so well, Jean couldn’t help his fingers digging into your hips, driving them to grind into him harder.

“You feel so good, baby” he moaned into your mouth and another whimper fell from yours in response. His warm tongue in your mouth, his strong hands groping you and the friction of grinding on his bulge was enough to already push you to the edge.

“Y—you too, Jean” you moaned back, but neither of you moved your hands to each other’s desperately aching, sensitive parts. Neither of you took it further.

Jean meant what he said - even if you both knew you weren’t going to endure very long, he wanted you to know he’s not there for the fun only. He felt like listening to your laughter and looking into your sparkling eyes above your milkshakes was just as fun as your hands brushing, then gently intertwining while you walked in the park, or as pulling on your hair to leave sloppy kisses all over your neck while you moaned in pleasure.

“D’you wanna stay the night?” you asked quietly as your hands cupped each side of his jaw, admiring the golden glint of his beautiful hazel eyes. “Please”

“Of course” he softly smiled at you.

Jean felt like he was on cloud nine. For him, fun was the way your muffled laughing sounded and how radiant your pretty face looked in the mirror while you both brushed your teeth in the bathroom, or the tingling he felt as your bare skin brushed against each other, and also watching you do your nightly routine before lying down in your bed and having the silliest, most stupid coversations as you laughed together. Fun was also the intense eye contact before tangling into each other again, sloppily making out and grinding heavily until both of your underwear was soaked with the mixture of your wetness and the precum leaking from his sensitive tip.

But the most fun part was hugging you tightly, feeling the warmth of your body and inhaling the sweet scent of your hair as you pressed your ass into Jean’s hard-on before quickly drifting off in the safe embrace of his strong arms. Even like this, he felt so full, so at peace.

Jean couldn’t have been happier.

[arashimitsurugi]

One shot story cause I'm bored

(Abusive!Dad X Son!Reader)

Platonic ofc. I don't do incest.

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Your dad looked at you in disgust. You being a child means that you would always try to spend some time with your dad. He didn't like that. To him, you were the biggest mistake in his life.

You were conceived in a one night stand. Your dad got drunk, met an attractive woman and did the devil's tango. Unfortunately, they didn't use protection. The woman came to his house one day and threw you in his arms (literally) before walking away. "That piece of shit is your responsibility now, bastard." She spat with venom before leaving.

So now he was stuck with taking care of a stupid child. Despite being 6 years old, you still haven't learned how to talk yet. You would communicate with mumbles and incoherent words. Just hearing your voice makes him want to throw up.

You looked up at him with your big innocent eyes. Oh, how good it would feel to rip them out. "Dada! Up! Up!" You said with that cutely annoying voice of yours. You held your arms up indicating you wanted to be carried by him.

He scoffed. "You wish. I wouldn't even be caught dead being 'touchy' with you. The mere thought makes me go blehhh." He stated with clear disgust in his tone. You didn't understand what he said but judging by the tone of his voice you knew he wasn't happy. But you kept insisting. You mumbled not understandable words and held up your arms again. Your voice was trembling and your bottom lip quivered. Tears threatened to escape your eyes.

He noticed this. A normal father would try to comfort his own son. Especially if he's crying. But not him. He looked even more irritated than he already was. "I swear if you-" He wasn't able to finish his sentence. You started crying. The sound of your wailing was too much for him. He raised his hand and slapped you. This caused you to abruptly stop crying. He never did that before... The pain of his slap caused you to cry even more.

He didn't like that. He grabbed you and brought you to your room before dropping you on the ground. You looked up at him. Fear and uncertainty in your eyes. You couldn't believe what was happening right now. This wasn't the dad you knew...

He pulled out a belt and started whipping you. The sting of the leather on your skin made you scream in pain. He didn't care though. He never cared. An hour passed and he finally stopped. You were covered in bruises and scars. Some of them were even turning into an ugly shade of purple. He clicked his tongue. "That's what you get for being born, brat." He said through gritted teeth before leaving.

You were left laying down on the floor. It hurt. Everything hurt. But you still didn't stay away from him. In fact, you started clinging onto him more. This made him incredibly angry. If you even got a little bit closer to him he would hurt you. Again, and again, and again. He would always have this sadistic smirk on his face too. But you didn't care. If it made him happy, you would gladly accept being hurt in a heartbeat. You just wanted to be closer to your dad and see him happy. Even if it means he would hurt you.

A few years later, you were already in your last year of middle school. You learned that what your dad did was bad so you distanced yourself from him. You still didn't know how to talk so you usually communicate by writing on a piece of paper. You were sad though. Your dad didn't want you. This made you depressed. You were the loner of your class.

But you had one friend. He was something you would call a delinquent. He was in some dangerous gang. But you didn't care. He was the only one who was willing to talk to you after all. One day, he gave you a bottle of sleeping pills. "This will take away all your problems, trust me." He said handing you the bottle. You reluctantly took it from his hand and thanked him.

You started consuming these pills before you went to sleep. You would even take two or more if you felt like it. You got addicted. These pills were hidden inside a box under your bed. You didn't want your dad to know.

A few months passed and your birthday came. Your dad worked overtime, as usual. After overhearing from one of his coworkers that their child committed because they were too busy to care for them, he suddenly remembered the things he's done to you and made him regret it all. It was your birthday. So he thought he would buy you a cake. He thought maybe it wasn't too late to apologize. He was feeling somewhat excited. Maybe your relationship will improve. He vowed that he would be a better father.

Meanwhile you were laying on your bed. The bottle of pills in your hand. You were feeling down in the dumps. It was your birthday but your dad wasn't here to celebrate. You were frustrated. Did he hate you that much...? You took out a few pills and swallowed them in one go. A few minutes later, you started feeling a sharp pain in your body. Your limbs started going numb. You were confused. What the hell is happening? You looked at the bottle before realizing it was empty. You accidentally swallowed all of it without realizing.

Your heart started beating loudly. You were panicking. You weren't sure what was going to happen. You started feeling your body growing weaker. Was this gonna be it? 'Dad...' That was the last word you said before your breathing stopped and your eyes closed. And that was it. Your dad will never be able to apologize. But he didn't know that yet.

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So did you like it? I'm not a native English speaker so please don't mind whatever spelling or grammar mistakes are there (there were probably words I used wrong). Anyways, I hope you like it! This is probably the only thing I'm gonna post here after all.

[l0nelyforyouonlyblog]

Aside from the lyric clocking let me clock something’s rq

I swear on OPs mother if these two ass lickers continue to dickride this stupid privileged hoe I’m sending the girl from the ring to their phones idc.

In ops video she talked abt “appreciating the little things in life” and romanticizing your life!

Baby… I’m gonna hold your hand loosely(idk what kind shit you might spread so let’s keep our distance like you and jojo in those pap pics)when I tell you that you aren’t one of us… you haven’t struggled or won’t struggle to figure out where your next meal is going to come from or if you have enough money for medication due to the lack of medicaid. Now let me say there’s nothing wrong with being rich or privileged because if anything it’s a great thing and I’m happy for those who can call themselves that, but all that support goes down the drain when you try to act like your contributing to society by appreciating “the little things in life” while you sit in your million dollar apartment.

Y’all know that one scene in the movie bodies bodies bodies where that one girl is saying “you grew up upper middle class”that’s literally me screaming at my phone while this bitch talks. Cuz hoe tell how it feels easy to appreciate the little things in life while you prop you feet on you couch in your million dollar NYC apartment that you spend max two weeks in because you travel to events or on your own… even before fame you grew up in Naples, Florida, and traveled to Paris and Italy with your parents… gtfo of my face with your fake sympathetic bullshit.

And as for those two freaks… all I can say is I know both of them are sucking on one of her tits by how BADLY they’re defending her.

Her job is to literally set her phone up press play for a 30 second to one minute video and talk about absolute bullshit and play dress up and make up for money… mind you there’s people out there who are nurses, fighter fighters, construction workers and etc who are literally working a 9 to 5 5 to 9 

Ignore the typos I’m sleep asf rn

Those two are always up her ass. Social media is not a fucking job. She will never know what it’s like to work a 9-5 like I do. I had to wake up at 5:00 in the morning today to assist a doctor I work for. I’m constantly sleep-deprived and stressed. She wouldn’t last a day in my line of work.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Can you do another pam miller x fem reader?? Except maybe this time, in a situation where they aren't friends and are total opposites??

Total Loser

|| Pam Miller x fem!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, murder mentions, reader and Pam don't get along, future changed to where reader and Pam are together instead of Pam and Blake, injured reader, short drabble

|| Summary; reader and Pam have never been known to get along, that starts changing after the death of Tiffany Clark.

Requests open!

Started; october 9th

Finished; october 9th

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To say you and Pam Miller didn't get along would be the understatement of the century. You don't even remember what started it at this point, but it was just something about her that pissed you off to no end. She felt exactly the same way about you; which meant the rest of the Mollys (Tiffany, Heather and Marisa) also felt that way about you. Gym class was not your saving grace and Coach Zane never did anything to stop it. Because why would she? It was the 80s.

Speaking of gym, you were currently in the middle of an all out dodgeball war. You were on the same team as the new girl, Jamie La Fleur from Prince Edward Island Canada or however it was she introduced herself. You didn't really hear it.

Though that meant the Mollys were on the other team. Shit. They didn't let up either, Pam specifically seemed to be targeting you with her shockingly strong throws. You managed to dodge the majority of it, but by the end both you and the new girl had nose bleeds.

Coach Zane placed her hands on her knees as she looked at the two of you in disgust," hot tip. Next time catch the ball. Then I don't have to touch your gross little kid blood." She then stood and gave a few claps," alright! Good work out there winners, huh? Wish I could say the same for the losers but I can't. Hit the showers, let's go."

"Thank you, Coach Zane." The Mollys said in sync, making you roll your eyes as you held the tissue to your nose. You glanced at the Jamie girl and sighed. At least you weren't the only Pam target this time.

Classes ticked on, you seemed to always have at least one of the Mollys in every single one. There was however one class where none of them were in with you and that was world history. Which was basically your safe haven because of it.

After school, you were at your locker when Pam bumped your shoulder as she walked by." We're having a party and you're not invited, loser!" She rubbed in, making you roll your eyes.

"I don't care about your stupid party, Pam!" You yelled back, which made the Mollys laugh.

You sighed and closed your locker, heading home for the night.

The next school day was insane. Apparently, you'd missed a totally killer party. Literally. Tiffany Clark was murdered in her parents room. Jesus.

It almost made you feel bad for the Mollys, they seemed to be taking it pretty hard.

You found Pam after your morning classes, she was walking talking with the new girl. Jamie.

"Hey, Pam? I'm sorry about Tiffany," your tone was genuine, which Pam noticed. The new girl seemed to eye you suspiciously, you gave her an awkward smile.

"Um... yeah, thanks." She nodded to you, you gave her a nod in return then went on your way.

"Who was that?" Jamie asked, having recognized you from gym. Though she obviously already knew who you were, she was just really trying hard not to show it.

This story goes a little differently. In the future, Blake and Pam do have Jamie together but a few years after they end up getting divorced. Some time after Pam started dating you, you were Jamie's stepmother and she actually liked you quite a lot. So she didn't want to mess anything up in that front. She wanted to come home to you as her stepmother still.

"Y/N L/N, total loser. Though not capable of murder." Pam explained, Jamie nodded. Yeah, she definitely knew you couldn't kill anyone even if you wanted to. But hearing Pam, who absolutely adores you in the future, refer to you as a... total loser, was a little off putting. She wondered how you and her mom managed to get past the high school drama and start dating.

The rest of your day went on pretty uneventfully, though your mind kept going back to Pam. How paranoid she seemed, you really did feel bad and you hoped she'd be okay. Despite everything she's done to you, a small part of you was starting to care. Even if you didn't notice it right away.

[nerves-nebula]

Essay about why I should be put down

I don’t understand what went wrong with me so that I can’t imagine doing literally anything on my own. My sisters moved out and like, fucking did things. Applied to shit. Went places. When mom and dad didn’t pay for their college they got jobs and shit, whereas I was like “ok well i don’t have time for a job on top of 8 hour studios so ill beg my friend for money” and then at the end of the first year it was so bad, and the idea of going home was so unbearable that I was like “well I don’t want to go home so I guess I’ll be homeless?”

And the only reason that didn’t happen was cuz I happened to be best friend with a middle class girl who’s family could take me in. And with my sister’s it’s like. Like they even managed to score academic travel scholarships and leave the country and shit. They chose to do those things and just managed it somehow! They both went to Nigeria with dad, each over the summer, one after the other. and when it was my turn? The summer that I could’ve gone? I did nothing. I honestly probably would have gone if he’d made the extra effort to do all the work for me. like how I went all the way to Kazakhstan because my sister said it all up for me. But the moment it required me to do something difficult and new it just seemed so impossible I didn’t even consider it. I knew at the time I would regret it, but I was tired and I’m always tired and I was right. I do regret it. I always regret it.

But all of that is fine honestly, a lot of that is stuff I wouldn’t want to do anyway. What really gets me is that they both figured out socialization better than I can. They’ve both befriended dozens of people, gone to clubs (both the hobby and dancing kinds), talked to people who talked to people who get them opportunities and who invite them places. Like. the social barriers they faced due to trauma and potential neurodivergence and just poor socialization in general are about equal or in some cases way worse than mine. But they can survive on their own. They can manage to get apartments and jobs and find friends and I can’t.

I’m stuck like I always am. Like I’ve barely changed in the past 10 years and the main difference is that somewhere along the line I lost the resolve to actively try not to be suicidal. Now I just strew in how big a pity it is I’m not allowed to die.

What is so inert in me that the idea of trying to survive homelessness seems more within my realm of possibility than just fucking doing something new or difficult or making a goddamn choice. Why is the only option I can ever think of freeze. I can’t even conceptualize of HOW they did these things. Am I stupid or something? I genuinely can’t picture it.

I can’t even think maybe it was just a different kind of trauma that did it because my direct older sister had the same kind of neglect I did, the same lack of attention, and when she got out she still did so much better than I can. Why do I need to be taken care of. Why am I always a child or a pet. Why am I the one who is unable to be a functioning human without assistance.

I don’t know if it’s impossible, something about the way my brain works, or maybe I’m just looking for an excuse to kill myself. Aughhhhh oh well.

[mynameisnotsoda]

I'm probably gonna be yelling into the void but here's my refs of my favorite burs !!!! I would say bursonas but one of them is literally just my au,,,, can you tell which one it is,,

Anyway here's some hcs and stuff it's gonna be a long post LMAO I'm just copying all this stuff from Instagram cause I practically live on that shit ass app

Simpbur

He LOVES Hatsune Miku.. like LOVE LOVES HER. He owns so much fuckin merch it's actually insane. But he has never once in his life listened to vocaloid and probably never will. Hes just in love with Miku LMAO

He's aromantic bc I said so !!!!! But he doesn't know that, he hasn't really figured it out and he confuses his obsession with love.

Him and Jared actually used to be friends back when they were like middle schoolers. But then Jared got "hot and cool" and he kinda drifted away from Simp. Mostly cause Simp was SO FUCKING JEALOUS!!!!! and it was obvious too. Imagine how devastated he was when egirl started dating his old friend lmaooo what a loser

Him and e-girl started dating when they were 17, both of them were in pretty bad places in their lives so they just,,, clung onto each other. Both of them were codependent but Simp was significantly worse with his codependency. Adrianne (my name for e-girl) was the one who broke it off when they were both in their early 20s

His stupid little cat beanie is his comfort item !!!! He wears it ALL THE TIME and hates having to take it off, although he would never go out in public with it. He's got some issues with presenting the way he wants to in public so he literally just goes out in his work uniform regardless if he's working or not

Grabs him and aggressively shakes him around !!! Hes autistic (I'm autistic I can give him the tism) his special interests are anime and video games :33

He's definitely not cishet but he tries SOOO hard to present as such (shout-out to @starrixle for that hc ive adopted it for my version of simp)

Studentbur

He's bi but heavily in denial like DEEP DEEP in denial

He HATES being tall !!! He wishes he was shorter because his height makes him stand out a lot and that's the LAST thing he wants

He prays literally every night before bed. Mostly asking for forgiveness (which he shouldnt have to ask for) because he thinks he's a horrible person just for being himself

He CLINGS onto Charlie, they're not like super close friends or anything but he LOVES Charlie. He looks up to Charlie a lot and WISHES he had his confidence and sense of self :')

He doesn't like Tommy, he thinks Tommy's too loud and disrespectful and hates how much attention he attracts. So he tends to just avoid him even if they're in the same classes

He absolutely regrets smoking with Bill and Ranboo but he also feels INCREDIBLY GUILTY for wanting to do it again (because he actually had fun and was able to relax for a moment)

He LOVES emo rock, indie, modern rock and other similar genres. His parents are really strict so he has to listen to his music in secret and ALWAYS has his earbuds on him, its a comfort item too. His three favorite bands are MCR, Ghost and Radiohead :]

The only game he was ever allowed to play was and still is Minecraft. He LOVES Minecraft but at the same time he desperately wishes to be able to play other games

He fucking LOVES GOING TO PUBLIC SCHOOL !!!!! he used to be in a Christian school but it gave him so much anxiety he was physically ill every single day and he just couldn't take it anymore!!!! To his surprise his parents actually agreed to let him go to public school during his sophomore year and he's been there ever since (now hes a senior)

Charlie is really his only friend, he's tried talking to other kids but he's horribly awkward and socially inept. Charlie basically adopted him and takes care of him like a brother !!!! Even if they're not super close Charlie's always looking out for him and tries to include him with his friends even tho Stu declines most the time :((

Keith Smith

HIS WIFE LEFT HIM AND TOOK THE KIDS TOO 😭😭😭 he's still trying to find her but he's slowly losing hope and he's really considering just giving up

He's basically the "king" of the end, even though he's not actually the ruler, it was his wife. But since she's GONE he basically had to take her place, until he finds a new wife or convinces her to come back if he ever found her (the end is a matriarchy)

He's kind of insufferable why do you think his wife left him

He has two kids, Lune (pronounced like loon) and Sunny. He LOVES his kids and is actually a really great dad despite being kind of an ass and fucking annoying. He misses them a lot and it breaks his heart that he might not be able to see them ever again

Dr. Malpractice

He's a geneticist specifically experimenting with mob/human hybrids.

His experiments are NOT ETHICAL AT ALL!!! He does whatever tf he wants whenever he wants. His only healthy, surviving test subjects are Phil (enderman), Tommy (spider), Charlie (creeper) and Quackity (duck). (He also experiments on my sona,, that I added for funsies,, but they weren't created by him he just happened to find them one day more on that later)

He's actually trying to make humans more powerful in a way, because they're the weakest humanoid species of them all. He wants to "save" humanity from their own biological inferiority and doesn't care how long it takes or how much damage he causes to others so long as he reaches his goal. Because he's fucking delusional and thinks he's doing something good

He even experimented on his kid, Fundy, and he didn't make it. He has a,,, complicated relationship with what happened to Fundy. On one hand the guilt eats away at him constantly, on the other he brushes it off as just another failed experiment since in the long run,, the ends justify the means in his mind

So far his deceased test subjects include Fundy, Niki, George, and Toby (Tubbo). His only escaped subject was Randy (Ranboo) and he's so fucking paranoid that somehow he'd be able to get the authorities to stop his experiments. But it's been months since Ran escaped and nothing's happened so he isn't AS paranoid anymore, but he still worries about it

He names all the test subjects himself, it's easier for him to remember than numbers because he has dyscalculia funnily enough

All the test subjects were made in his lab with stolen DNA so he didn't have to use his own. He basically grew them in tubes and used a rapid growth serum in the tanks to make everyone adult sized since it was easier to run tests that way. He accidentally left Phil cookin for too long so he's the oldest out of everyone LMAO (except for Dr mal himself, he's 37)

Ok so onto the cringe part !!!! cSoda is a shapeshifter, shapeshifters are VERY rare and often hide themselves because they're very sought after to hunt for sport or used for various reasons. They're basically "born" from the planet itself, they grow in pockets underground for many years and kinda just pop up when they're ready. (Think of like. Steven Universe gems but organic) cSoda is erm undercooked let's say LMAO because they popped up early in their development they're basically defective. They age (albeit slowly), their body scars, they can't regrow limbs properly, their shapeshifting is limited to only animals/people they've SEEN before and they are incredibly naive and have a harder time understanding/learning about the world.

Dr. Mal found cSoda (no idea how yet) and he normally wouldn't have cared but he saw their shapeshifting and immediately decided to "take them in". He takes advantage of their naivety and basically brainwashed them into thinking he cares for them. cSoda presents as a dog (more lore I don't feel like getting into rn) so they have the personality traits of one as well, very loyal and loving and INCREDIBLY affectionate. Which Dr Mal HATES.

If it weren't for the fact that cSoda is more useful to him while alive he probably would've just killed them because he's CONSTANTLY annoyed and irritated by them LMAO he wants to be able to replicate their shapeshifting and hopes that it might be able to help him achieve his goal

c!Wilbur

He fucking LOVES working the burger van with Ranboo, it gives him something to do and he actually enjoys spending time with them even after initially not really liking them. He thinks Ranboo is SO interesting and loves to analyze everything he says and does pFF

HE FUCKING. APOLOGIZED TO TOMMY!!!!! FOR EVERYTHING !!! HE WANTS TO DO AND BE BETTER FOR HIM AND HAVE A BETTER RELATIONSHIP!!!! HE LOVES HIS BROTHER SO MUCH AND IS TRYING TO BE BETTER AT SHOWING THAT RAAHH

He fucking REEKS no matter how much he showers or uses deodorant. It'll help with the intensity of the smell but he just reeks of death bc he was rotting !!!! he also smells like cigarettes and alcohol which does mask the rot and is actually preferable by most people (especially Quackity, who's VERY vocal about how much Wilbur stinks)

Tinybur

He's REALLY clingy, like he NEEDS someone to be holding him at all times. Normally it's Tommy (who's so obviously his favorite even tho he denies it)

It doesn't remember being human for the most part but he does miss it, especially being a normal height

He HATES when people baby him, he's a grown man who just happens to be child sized. If you talk down to him he WILL be an asshole

It was surprised when people started referring to him as an "it" but he kinda liked it !! It doesn't have the same feelings about its gender since becoming a doll and he thinks it's kinda weird but cool at the same time. It really is just vibin

It's voice is high pitched and he kinda hates it, its gotten used to it but it doesnt really like how its voice changed

Animatronic!Wilbur

He's so fucking annoying and is always flirting with parents for whatever reason. He fucking LOVES if they get flustered too it boosts his ego

He's SOO jealous of Ranboo its kind of embarrassing. He thinks he should be the lead singer and mascot but doesn't vocalize it, although he does make it painfully obvious

He's the lead guitarist and back up vocalist in the band (Tommy plays keytar, Ranboo is lead singer and James is the bassist)

He's actually really fucking insecure despite being a fan favorite. One time someone left their phone and it didn't have a password so he was able to use the internet which was. A mistake. He's seen the horrors of the Beloved Ent. Fandom and he thinks people only like him because he was made to be the "attractive one" and not because he actually has anything of substance.

He fucking HATES Schlatt with a passion, so he avoids the bowling alley entirely now. Jimmy (solidarity) used to be the bowling mascot but he was too fragile and a push over with guests so they replaced him with Schlatt. Who's nice enough to guests but does have a bit of a temper and doesn't take ANYONES bullshit. Wilbur was actually really close with Jimmy and he misses him terribly :(

Can you tell who I have more brainrot for LMAO

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey cas i just wanted to rant about this teacher i have lol

Okay so she's my english teacher and she's like really rude and also bad at teaching? Like she called a girl the r word in the middle of class in front of the whole class. (I wasn't there but ik someone who was) and she also like told this guy he was being fucking ridiculous and needed to get his shit together (those exact words, she said fuck and shit). She says we ask stupid questions and act like we're stupid first graders when we get confused or don't know how to answer questions. She went on this rant about how she doesn't have to be nice to us because she doesn't have to be friends with 9th graders? Like that doesn't mean she can be a bitch?

She also expects us to be in class like 3 minutes early, sat down with our notebooks (OPEN god forbid someone doesn't have their notebook open), laptops out but NOT open, pencil, and book. But still doesn't let us even pack up until she says we can leave which is alway after class is over. One time she held us back so long afterclass that multiple people missed the bus and had to take the later bus home.

This one time she asked me a question and i said i don't know (and elaborated why i was confused) and she was like no you can't sat i don't know in my class you have to THINK and then asked me the question again. So i thought for like 30 seconds (genuinely thought) and she was like you need to answer the question when i ask you

Also, this one is really weird. So we're reading this book "the best we could do" by thi bui are you familiar? If you are, you probably know it's a bit weird at times and a bit uncomfortable to talk about in class. There was this one line in it about how her parents had their first child less than 9 months after they married (We were doing partner work, and each had a different panel tell the class about). This guy asked a question about it and she was like "they had SEX before they were married, it's not that hard to understand" very loudly. When he had to present his panel with his partner he offhandedly mentioned the line and she was like no say what that means and tried to get him to say it in front of the entire class like 3 times before saying that they had sex before they were married. Then she was like you need to be comfortable discussing these things i mean i've had sex. It was just weird.

Anyway i always have had weird teachers literally half or my middle school teachers were pervs or pedos d:

Okay like...sometimes I wonder why people go into teaching if they're just gonna act like this.

I think the thing is, most of these things can be like...argued down. Like if reported, the teacher can make excuses for most of them, unfortunately. (Even though she shouldn't).

EXCEPT the r-word. Like...there's no excuse for that? So I would try to get the person who heard it to report her. Yeah, some teachers are annoyingly strict about supplies and timing and keeping you late but using the literal r-word isn't okay no matter what. And the other things about the book and all that...that's weird. I feel like she could make excuses for it but yeah, it's uncalled for.

So yeah, I would have the friend who heard that report her. That's unacceptable.

[v1ckymult1fand0m]

I can confidently say that senior year in a Greek small town is an experience. Everyone is so tired that we don't have enough energy to have beef with each other.

In the middle of math class, the guys sitting behind me started to bother me with stupid questions and I just told them "I'm sorry guys, but I can't right now. I have physics frontisthrio (private after school classes that Greek kids take cuz our education system sucks) at 14:30 and I haven't done the homework yet so I gotta do it now." These two dudes who I've known for the last 6 years and disliked for most of those immediately went: "Holy shit, that's rough. Our bad, sorry."

A month ago, me and a guy who I have literally never exchanged a single word with for the last 6 years, spent the 5 minutes before the teacher arrives, bending small screws sticking out off a wooden plank on the wall with a 2€ coin so that people wouldn't get scratched. Now whenever I see him he says hello to me and asks how I'm doing.

During a class where the teacher was busy marking down absences and taking care of cause papers (You can only miss a few days of school without cause and if you want to miss any more you've gotta get a cause paper from a doctor or your parents) another dude sat next to me and just admired my origami stars. I ended up teaching him how to make them and a few months later he asked me to show him again because he couldn't get the hang of it.

The absencebook holder (student that has to write down in a special book which students aren't in class, almost always the one with the best grades) is generally respected and people high five her in the hallways because she always tries to erase a few absences even without being asked.

In general the assholes might talk badly about the "nerds" but they are always civil towards them because the nerds won't let them cheat off of them otherwise.

I have been so tired these past few months that when my classmates ask me stupid questions I just answer literally and we end up having an actual conversation.

(Examples: 1) -*while snickering* Hey Vicky, have you ever smoked weed?

-No, not really, it hasn't happened yet.

2) Guy 1: Ps, Vicky! Opinion on P-Diddy?

Me: Why is he involved on so many murders?

Guy 2: Why what'd he do?

Me and guy one proceed to explain all the conspiracy theories about the P-Diddy case)

Kids who would literally never get along otherwise, connect and support each other because they go to the same frontisthrio and they are going through the same hell together. You can vent about classes to almost anyone and they'll start complaining back about their own classes AND encourage you. I once cried during an exam at the math frontisthrio and when I got finished, the same guy that used to call me a nerd in middle school and made fun of me by yelling at me that this one guy liked me, came up to me and told me that I shouldn't cry and that I would do okay.

And I think that's kinda beautiful in it's own fucked up way.

[cleothecat5000]

Rant/Vent

So I recently stopped being friends with a few of my friends. I won't say their names so I will call them by the first letter/ two letters of their names.

So S told me that I have been really bitchy to the group when I literally defended them in an argument against Li and Lo because they recently came out as non-binary and lesbian and Li and Lo threatened to out them to people at school and this went on for 4 months because slightly before this S accidentally spilled one of Li's secrets to Le which then got passed on to A and then eventually me so I defended S then too. And somewhere in the middle of this A decided to go around the group one day and call us shapes based on the shape of our bodies and I stood up for everyone again because that was unacceptable for him to do that because S was struggling to gain weight and I was struggling to lose weight because of a medical condition so I confronted A about it because we were used to him being narcissistic and he thought it was funny so I just told him that it was unacceptable therefore making him cry and go to our head of year who told me and Le to tell A that it wasn't ok to make comments about someone's body so we just decided to stop being friends with him.

Continuing with the Li and Lo stuff. Li started to talk shit about me to S who then told me but left out one vital message

I scribbled out my actual name.

So I continued to defend S without knowing this. But it eventually came to the surface around 3 weeks ago. Slightly after this Lo confessed that she has a crush on one of my friends from primary school but she didn't tell me exactly who it was but it was quite obvious because of how she acts around her, We'll call her R (the previous information is important to remember). R is really nice to everyone and always gives people a second chance so I am worried for her because Lo is extremely manipulative (I know because she managed to convince S to be friends with her and Li again and to drop me). So I think it's time to tell R about the argument but not about Lo's crush because I'm not that much of a bitch also this will sort of be me sort of repaying R for turning my whole year 6 class against my ex J because he decided to dump me because I was off school for 7 months thanks to an undiagnosed medical condition. Oh and I forgot to say that J didn't even bother telling me so I found out through R , E (my current boyfriend and M's ex) and M( E's manipulative ex and my best friend) telling me. My mum happened to know J's mum and he got grounded after my mum told his mum because she knew what I was going through and thought it was a stupid thing to do. But on the upside of this E is much more caring and always makes sure I'm ok.

1) Telling Sc to pretend that I was invisible

M and E broke up because M wouldn't let E go and spend time with his friends during break and lunch and again I defended him because me and M were friends for 2 years until the school had to separate us because M dragged me across the concrete playground by my arms while I was wearing a skirt because I made another friend called Sc. But I made the decision to give her a second chance 4 years later. This happened because me and Sc decided to befriend the new girl in our class in year 4, little did we know Ma was expelled from her previous school for bullying and I was her next target. Over the next 4 months Ma slowly separated me and Sc by

2) Blocking me from sitting next to Sc

3) Telling Sc to choose between me and Ma

So we got the school involved and they separated me from them for the remaining 2 years at primary school.

Relationship/ friendship lengths:

S and me : 1.25 years

Le and me : 1.25 years

Lo and me : 1.25 years

Li and me : 1.25 years

A and me : 1.5 years

E and me : 4 years

M and me : 6 years

Sc and me : 4 years

Ma and me : 1 year

R and me : 5 years

J and me : 1.75 years

Lo and R : 2 years

E and M : 8 years