#or i like breath and let my back unclench and then i cant have a single critical thought for the rest of the day

[cyeayt]

i feel so weird about being tired sometimes today i did a group activity where we like danced around and chanted and there were some people doing the bare minimum while looking uncomfortable but in that performative way where they look around like making sure that everyone knew they knew it was weird you know what i mean

and im just there doing the bare minimum and lipsyncing the chant with no emotion cause id entered robot mode in an uncomfortable enviornment and knew i wouldnt be able to break it without crying

like its so demoralizing to believe in whimsy as a healing practice and a moral philosophy but to be so fucking tired yknow?

[hyunsvngs]

JUNO BABY LOVE. i see your "losing your virginity to skz" AND I NEED YOUR 🧅 ON THE BOYS. I seen you made han and jeongins virgins as well🥴

But what are the boys like if THEY lose it to YOU. The concept is so🤤.

I am the shrek to your 🧅's babe

hello. sorry this has been rotting in my inbox but also creds to miss ems aka @cbini aka my wife bc we had an in depth discord conversation deciding what this would be like

jeongin & jisung are here!!

chan: virgin big dick chan. virgin big dick chan who's so freaking excited to finally lose his virginity!! he's always so busy and so stressed that he has become well acquainted with his hand, and now he has this insanely pretty girlfriend. you've told him you're ready when he's ready, that there's no rush, you can take it slow.

chan decides fuck taking it slow when you're laying on his bed, sexy body illuminated in purple from his led lights and your pussy glistening even in the low lighting that he's set. he's only kissed you, but now you've got him wondering - do you get this wet every time you kiss? have you been teasing yourself just to make sure he's ready? the thought has him hardening even further in his boxer briefs, and he finally yanks them down, heavy cock hanging thick between toned thighs. you giggle, eyes focusing between his legs.

"oh, channie. you're big," you coo, hand wrapping around his shaft. the tight ring you form makes him groan, his plush lips parting as he just lets you. "is that good? my pussy's tighter, y'know."

"don't," chan gasps, his hips canting into your hand. you smile again, hand speeding up on his cock. "don't- don't tell me that, jesus christ. i need- please, can i? god, you're fuckin' insane-"

you let your hand fall from his cock, dainty and soft. your hands are so soft that his mind feels fuzzy from the few movements you gave him. you move upwards on your forearms, tits jiggling on your chest. chan wants to press his face in between them even if he can't breathe.

it's when you move your legs, feet planted either side of your hips and pussy fully exposed to him that he finally springs into action. "can i? can i, can i? baby, i'm really fuckin' hard, i need to- need to finally feel it. finally."

"of course, channie," you murmur, pulling him in by his broad shoulders. the movement has his chest pressing against yours, toned chest against your sensitive pebbled nipples and you sigh in bliss. chan looks like he's about to die, eyes blown wide and heavy pants falling from his lips. his cockhead is right against your hole, not quite breaching but very present. "d'ya wanna push in now? i'm wet enough."

chan nods, huffing, and then he's pushing in. his cockhead is thick, flared mushroom head pressing past the tightness of your hole and he gasps with the feeling around his cock. it makes him jolt, thighs clenching and unclenching on top of you, and before he can process it, he's moving. his hips are fluid against yours from years of dance practice, and you see his eyes roll back into his head.

you simper with the feeling, his cock massive and weighty inside of you. it feels so good, but - you count one, two, three full thrusts, and then his hips stop moving. his fingertips dig into your waist, and he's gasping before letting out a deep groan, eyes fluttering shut. oh.

"baby, did you cum?" you smile, running your hands through his messy hair. he huffs in disapproval, head drooping to rub his nose against the crook of your neck. "awh, that's okay, baby. we can do it again later, yeah? did you have fun?"

he hums, scratching the back of his neck. you can feel how bad his cheeks are blushing on your skin. "i am so fucking embarrassed."

(he's still thinking about it five years later when you're married with kids by the way!! he rocks your world every night at that point, but he still scratches his neck and blushes awkwardly everytime he thinks about filling you up so quickly.)

minho: he always kisses you so passionately. he's fucking insane, you realise, this virgin boy who should be blushing and embarrassed from the way his hips grind sinuously into your throbbing core. he should be nervous, but he smirks down at you with his eyes half-lidded every single time you whimper for him.

"is that good?" he murmurs, and you can hear his voice dripping in faux sympathy. "let me fuck you, then. it'll feel better, yeah?"

the gusset of your panties is positively dripping, no doubt marking minho's tight, too-expensive boxers with your slick. you whine, canting your hips up against him. he's hard. he's hard, and you can feel it - thick, long, everything you could've ever wanted. you just don't want to rush him.

you're babbling before you can even stop it, as if he doesn't have you naked from the waist up in his bed. with the boys in the other room, nonetheless. "minho, minho, are you sure? i-"

"let me get my cock in you, pretty," he leans down, bunny teeth nipping your ear. "i think i have a natural talent, y'know. all that dancing, i think i can fuck you just right even though i've never done it. what do you think?"

he punctuates his words with another few thrusts into your core, and you gasp, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. he's shirtless too, planes of milky skin stretched tight across dancer's muscles. he's so yummy. "i want it," you whine, nodding. "i want it, i want it. are you ready? are you?"

you find out that yes, he really is ready, especially when he strips you both of your underwear and finally, finally pushes inside. it pisses you off that he doesn't even react, fully calm and collected despite you writhing and squirming beneath him. he really does have a natural talent, you decide. the slide is so smooth, your pussy so slick and consistently gushing around his cock.

"so wet for me," he mumbles, one thumb coming to rub over your clit. it makes you whimper, eyes watering at the overstimulation. his resolve is faltering, you realise, his eyes struggling to stay open and his teeth biting into his plush lower lip. "i need you to cum, kitty. need you to cum for me, okay? i can't hold on much longer, you're- kitty cat, remember it's my first time, 'kay?"

"so confident before," you huff, but you let him bring you to the edge anyway. he giggles, biting your earlobe again.

"that's before you got so fuckin' wet for me, minx. c'mon, feel my cock and cum."

changbin: definitely climbs through your window trying to be all sexy and mysterious at like 2am. he woke up with a start, and then decided that tonight he was going to fuck you. or try to, at least. he knew you'd had sex before him, knew you were waiting for him to be ready, and coming through your window just seemed like a great fucking idea at the start.

he rolled through onto the windowsill and landed on the floor with a thud. he only looks at you, where you're still awake and shoving crisps into your mouth except now staring at him with wide eyes. he puts a hand on his hip, quirking an eyebrow. "was that sexy?"

"no," you answer honestly. "you want some crisps?" changbin nods and clambers onto your bed, but it's only after a few mouthfuls does he propose the idea to you.

he wants you on top, he says, letting you decide the pace. "you can jump off when i'm gonna cum, y'know," he mumbles. he's nervous, still doing that cute little downturned smile but he's blushing. "if i'm on top, i think i'll just cum inside."

"makes sense," you hum, and then you're sinking down onto him. he's thick, short in length but girthy enough that it makes you whine out desperately. it feels good. he's perfectly sized for you, and his broad hands go to your hips almost immediately. his biceps are tensing, jaw dropped in a silent moan.

"jesus, is this- does it feel this good every time?" he whines, and you hear his feet thudding against the mattress as he thrashes around. you giggle, starting to rock your hips against his, but his hands grip you even tighter. you might have bruises afterwards. you want to have bruises afterwards. "i can't. i can't, don't move, i'll cum!"

you soothe him with a hand over his pec, thumb brushing over his nipple. it unfortunately makes him buck his hips with an even louder noise. "binnie, it's really okay if you cum. it's your first time."

"hnnfmg," he manages, head falling back against your pillows. his hands go to your ass, and before he can even process what he's doing, he's thrusting up into you. the movement makes you gasp, jolting forward with your hands over both of his pecs, fleshy and delicious where your fingers dig into him. "ah, ah, ah. binnie's pussy now, okay? it's mine, please, let it be mine. it's so fuckin' good, so wet, jesus-"

"yours," you whine, nodding. "all yours, all yours. forever. i love you, binnie, i love you so much."

this makes him let out a garbled, choked out noise, and then he's tapping your ass frantically. you jump off of him like you said you would, thighs splayed over his, and watch in shock as his cock spurts white hot liquid all over his own body. it drenches the smattering of hair at his base and sprays all the way up to his shoulder and he gasps, hips bucking into nothing.

"oh," you say, giggling. "messy, huh?"

changbin huffs, thrashing his feet again. it's hard to take him seriously, cum covering his entire upper body and his cheeks blushing fervently. "shut up!" he turns to you then, grinning as if he's not got his own seed on his shoulder. "love you."

you smile, shaking your head fondly. "i love you too, baby."

hyunjin: definitely gets way too excited. he's fucking vibrating when he finally lays you down on his bed, and hyune is a romantic - you walked into his room to see multiple candles lit and god damn rose petals on the bed.

"my love," he coos, plump lips brushing over your shoulder. his hair tickles your neck, newly dyed dark and soft against your skin. "my first love, only love. thank you for letting me have you like this."

he wants you on top, too. his cock is curved perfectly to hit your g-spot and okay, maybe you get a little too excited at the thought of having that inside you while you're on top. it's gonna stretch you so perfectly, fill you up with his long length and you get to see that man looking so beautiful beneath you. you can't wait.

when you finally lower yourself onto his length, one of hyunjin's hands grips a bunch of rose petals and the other one knocks the lamp off the bedside table. "shit!" he exclaims, leaning over to try and look at the damage. you can see it's shattered on the floor because of course hyunjin's got one of those expensive, brittle ones on his bedside table. he shakes his head anyway, returning to his position laying flat and his hands going to your waist. "i don't care. continue, my love."

"hyunjin, the lamp..?" you question, but your hips are already grinding against his. you were right. his cockhead presses deliciously against that spongey spot inside of you, and it's so sweet the way his lips form a blissed out smile, tongue licking over his teeth. "is it- do you like it, baby? do i feel okay?"

hyunjin nods quickly, a bead of sweat forming at his temple. your pace is slow, and you were worried he wasn't enjoying from how quiet he was, but when you look into his eyes you can see the truth. "i'm just- i'm trying not to get too excited, or i might hurt myself. i'm literally trying so hard not to like, backflip right now."

"please don't backflip when you're inside me," you admonish, and hyunjin giggles. you let him flip you over, his forearms holding him up over you, and then he's moving inside of you. his cock is so long it feels neverending everytime he pushes back inside, breaching your drippy hole over and over to the point you feel you might be going insane.

hyunjin's chain drops into your face, and you find your eyes crossing as your gaze follows it with every thrust. you're whining, fully pliant on the bed for your boyfriend's cock for the first time, and you can't help yourself when you take his chain into your mouth.

hyunjin halts, gasping, and then his eyes are rolling back into his head. you feel his cock spurting warmth inside of you, and as he tries to ride his orgasm out with desperate, jerking movements, his head thuds into the headboard.

"ah!" he squeaks, head dropping to your chest. he's stopped moving now, and you giggle, rubbing your hand over his head. "i'm so embarrassing. that was so fucking good though, next time i'll try not to destroy the room."

"try not to give yourself concussion next time, too, baby."

felix: honestly, you're surprised it took so long. felix has gotten embarrasingly rock solid in his trousers every single time you've made out or even just sat on his lap. he's so horny you know he fucks his fist multiple times a day, you've heard it. you just didn't want to rush him into sex before he was ready.

turns out he'd been ready the whole time, especially when he's now rutting into your core desperately. it also turns out lee felix was a bonafide freak, begging you to let him fuck you raw so he could feel every inch of you around his cock. his cock isn't too big, a nice, easy size to take, and when he'd pushed in you'd been moaning easily for him.

his hips slap against yours now, years of dance practice leading him into an easy, slick slide. his forearms clench either side of your head, and his heart shaped lips are parted, unabashed deep groans falling for them.

"i'm gonna- i'm gonna cum, i'm sorry, it's early, i need to," felix grunts, and you coo at him, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes. he moves to kiss your thumb where you rested it on his face, and then he sucks the digit into his mouth. it makes your pussy gush even more, adding to the wet noises of skin on skin between your legs, and felix whines around your thumb at the addition of slick on his cock. your thumb drops from his mouth, wet with spit. "gonna- g'na fuckin' blow, baby, baby, princess, i'm cumming-"

his hips stop, and you feel the cum spurt inside of you. the abundance of it oozes out of your hole, warm and thick around his cock, and you realise felix has started to move again.

"want more," he whines, licking into your mouth. his breath is heavy against your lips. "do you want more? i want more, it's so good, i can't stop. i'm still fuckin' hard, baby."

"gimme more, lixie," you nod, nipping at his bottom lip. "give my pussy more. you like it? wet enough?"

"fuckin' soaked, gonna- gonna fill you up loads, gonna fuckin- you're gonna be dripping with me for days, and then i'll just do it again."

seungmin: it's shocking to see your cool, calm and collected, almost reserved boyfriend fall apart beneath you. you've been grinding on his naked cock for a while now, and he can't help his hips canting while he tries to slip into you. your folds are soaked, gliding on his cock with the most pleasurable slide you've ever felt.

"babe, i think- i think i wanna put it in now," seungmin mumbles, cheeks burning red. he's so cute like this, fully naked on your bed with his cock flat against his tummy for you to use.

"yeah, i know," you giggle, and he swats at your thigh playfully. "you're rock hard, seungmin. you think i don't realise?"

"well- put it in, then, god," he huffs, and when you just raise an eyebrow at him, he's lifting you up by your waist. he positions his cockhead at your hole, the slit just as drippy as your pussy is, and then he's lowering you down. seungmin keeps eye contact with you as you lower onto his shaft, thick and stretching you with a gasp.

"that's big, seungmin," you murmur, and seungmin grins.

"yeah? big enough for you?" it's your turn to slap him playfully, and then you're grinding along his cock. you consider briefly that you may be getting addicted to it, the way his cockhead presses deep against your cervix in this position.

seungmin isn't fairing too well, either. all cocky comments he had in his head have disappeared, mind going fuzzy at the feeling of you on his cock. this is what he's been waiting for? it's been fucking worth it, definitely. you're going to have trouble getting his cock out of you from now on.

"god, how has- how has no one sat on this before? it's fucking- it's so good, seungmin," you huff, and despite feeling the burn in your thighs, you start to bounce. the sudden movement has his fingertips digging into your hips painfully, and with one thrust of his hips meeting yours, he's cumming. you feel it before you recognise it, but you giggle anyway, bouncing just a bit more to let him ride out his orgasm.

he fills you up to the point it starts to drip back out onto his pubic hair, and then he yanks you down to lay on his chest. "give me five minutes," he yawns, hand threading into your hair. he's still inside you, cock softening but still feeling so, so full. "give me five minutes, and i'll fuck you properly, nice and dirty. i'll make you cum."

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @dreatine - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

Nightmares

A thrashing body in bed beside you wakes you from your peaceful slumber, and your eyes open to complete darkness. Although you cant see anything, you can feel the absence of Spencer’s arms around your waist, which is where they had been, and usually are, when you sleep. Something hits the bed again, and it’s the scared whimper that leaves Spencer’s lips that tells you exactly what is going on. Without any further hesitation, you turn over to face your boyfriend’s side of the bed, and you reach out to touch his chest, using that as your guide as you gently trace a path upwards towards his face, until you can caress his cheek.

“Spence, you’re dreaming, it’s alright.” You whisper, and you can feel his jaw unclench as the sound of your voice reaches him, even in the land of the unconscious.

Leaning closer to him now that he’s not flailing his limbs and at risk of accidentally hitting you in his sleep and then waking up to feel immensely guilty, you kiss his nose. Your hands cup his face and you run your fingers through your hair, a sensation that Spencer has previously described as “the closest thing to heaven” that he thinks he’ll ever experience, and a sensation powerful enough to wake him from his nightmare with a gasp. As soon as his eyes open, he lunges at you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and clinging to your small frame as you fall onto your back.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Im right here.” You coo, continuing to run your fingers through Spencer’s hair with one hand while the other rubs gently circles in his back.

He nods into your neck at your words, and then sniffles. “Just...dont let go of me, please.”

You kiss his forehead. “Wasnt planning on it, love.”

And for a few minutes, you lie with Spencer in your arms, your bedroom silent with the exception of your boyfriend’s hard breathing, which eventually slows to a calm rate.

“Why do you stay with me, (Y/N)?” Spencer blurts out suddenly, his question hanging in the dark.

The absurdity of his question makes you frown, and you answer without having to think about it. “Because I love you.”

Spencer places a soft kiss on your neck at your words before he continues. “But you never complain. Not once after I’ve woken you up like this have you complained about losing sleep, you never make me feel like less of a man when Im upset, you never seem irritated at the amount of times I’ve needed your comfort and reassurance. Logically, over time issues like this would affect you, but they havent...why?”

His genuinely curious and slightly afraid explanation shocks you. Spencer is a man of logic and facts, he’s researched as much as he can into love to gain a better understanding of it, but the fact is, he sometimes struggles to wrap his head around what comes with being in love. And the idea of you being utterly besotted by him baffles him more than anything else.

“Spence, if any of those things bothered me, I wouldnt be loving you. Being in love with someone means that seeing your lover in any unpleasant state causes you pain, and you will do anything in your power to make them feel better. No matter how many times that happens, every time it’s the same pain, and the same determination to help them heal. Loving you is my number one priority, and there is nothing else in this world I would rather be doing.” You reassure him, honesty delicately laced in your every word.

Spencer is quiet at this, and you can practically hear the cogs turning in that magnificent mind of his as he processes what you just told him. But it is more than that, and you can tell, because you can feel his heart pounding as he continues to think about your words. The sniffle that comes from him confirms what you already know to be true: he’s holding back tears.

“Oh sweetheart, dont cry!” You coo, holding him close to you and kissing the top of his head.

“I dont deserve you, I never will.” Spencer chokes out.

You shake your head frantically “Spence, you deserve every wonderful thing you can ever receive, every piece of love I can possibly give you and so much more. Just because you cant see that, doesnt mean that it isnt true.”

Spencer sighs. “You speak in a way that makes it impossible for me to argue.”

Giggling, you kiss his head again. “Good. Do you think you’re alright to go back to sleep?”

Spencer nods into your neck, his voice quiet and getting progressively hoarse as exhaustion takes over every fibre of his being.

“As long as Im in your arms, Im alright to do anything.”

[smolcuriouskitten]

Rockelle was stuck in the past when the present was brighter. God it felt like when she was happy, something came up and smacked her in the face. It was getting harder to tune out Roxie's whispers, her anxiety was creeping up and her depression was beating her over the head. Everything was so loud and she couldnt concentrate.

The task she was doing fell on the back burner and just like that, she was out of it. Roxie's voice overtook her mind and swallowed it whole.

'He's just like Sebastian. He is cheating on you.'

'Nerds always get the most play. Have you seen the bimbos that approach him?'

'A Brainiac always knows all the ways around cheating. How do you think he surprised you that one year?'

Her hands were shaking and she dropped the glass she was using. It broke her out of Roxie's spells, her words now being replaced with cackles and degrading words about how stupid she was.

"Shit." Rockelle said, quickly rushing to clean it up. "Rocky are you okay? I heard a glass break." Sheldon sprints around the corner and she looks over at him with a dazed expression. "Y-yeah. Im...Im fine." She responds shortly, turning her attention to the glass on the ground. When she went to go pick it up, Sheldon put his hand on her shoulder. "You cant pick up broken glass with your hands, you will get a cut that way. I got it." He said, helping her up off the ground.

She kept the dazed expression on her face, not keeping eye contact with him. He looks at her confused, putting a finger under her chin to make her look at him. "Hey. Are you going to tell me whats going on with you?" He asks, Rockelle snapping out of it, looking up at him. "What? Oh...no no Im-" She starts then Sheldon shakes his head. "Dilated pupils, lack of eye contact, raised heart beat, tightened muscles, and your fists havent unclenched since I came into the room. Rockelle. Talk to me." He reassures, then Rockelle took a deep breath, fighting back tears.

"Have...have a seat. I will tell you why.." She said, Sheldon sitting in his spot with a raised brow. "Is it something I did?" He asks, Rockelle quickly shaking her head. "No no of course not. Its me. Its something going on with me." She quickly replied, sitting next to him, a soft sigh left her lips. It all started with...."

'Day 368 of Sebastian being gone.' I doodled in my notebook, letting out a sigh. I never knew relationships caused this much pain. We fell and love and got married two years ago and here I am. Alone. He left without telling me anything and what happened to him is still a mystery.

Social media was nonexistent, he barely used his phone, communicated most through letters. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack and it weighed on me heavily everyday. I battled with getting rid of his stuff or keeping it. What if he has family who may want it? What if he comes back for it? Too many things were going on in my head and they wouldnt shut up.

I couldnt wither away on my couch, praying that he comes back. Call me clueless or naïve but I really hoped he would come back. Greet me as if nothing happens so we could go back to normal again. Even if the normal was miserable. He didnt touch me much, always against the concept of hugs or kisses or even cuddling. I thought it would change with marriage but it didnt. Sex was nonexistent and it was always painful. I just laid there until he finished.

It didnt feel like we were married. It felt like we were just two people living in the same house. He was always wrapped up in his stupid letters and didnt show me any attention, no matter how much I dressed up or how much makeup I put on my face. We couldnt get a pet since in his words, 'he hated them.'

At times I wondered why I missed him so much. Grew to love him the way I did. Love was always unconditional when talking about family but love outside of family has always been painful? How is this any different? Marriage is meant to be a sign of love and appearance is everything. Who cares if it burns you everyday to wake up, knowing you fell in love with a thought, sweet words, or promises?

I thought back to the time when I first met Sebastian. Tall, supernatural like me, and charming. His words would have me floating on clouds and his sweet act had me in a chokehold. Maybe thats why I stayed. I thought I could get the man I fell in love with if I was just patient. Patience was key and if I pushed him, he might keep being this cold hallow man that replaced my husband.

My work alarm went off and I let out a sigh, putting the notebook down to get dressed for work. I swear if money wasnt an issue, I would stay on this couch and never leave. Heading out the door, I locked my home and went to work. Being a tailor and seamstress was never easy on me. My hands ached like hell when I came home and I would have to soak them in ice water for some relief. If I wasnt a witch, my hands would have been beyond repair.

Coming home after a long 12 hour shift, I noticed my door was unlocked. Strange, I remember locking this door. Pushing it open, I see 2 pairs of shoes by the door. Those loafers Sebastian always wore, fucker was too good for any other kind, then some random gymshoes. I didnt put these here and they sure as hell dont look like my shoes.

Then the noises started. Grunts, moans, whines and other lewd sounds came from upstairs. I lived alone so who in the fuck was in my house? Slowly creeping up the stairs, I listened for a moment to see if I could hear a name beyond all the noises and cries. "Sebastian! Right there!" No. No no no. I slowly opened my bedroom door, standing in the doorway at the sight.

Sebastian was on top of some other person whose face I couldnt see or make out. It was fairly dark in the room but I could make out the familiar smell of sulfur beyond the sex in the air. It was solidified when those red eyes looked over at me horrified and all I heard was ringing in my ears. I seen his mouth move but no noise left it, the other person's mouth opened wide into a scream but all I heard was the ringing. I was hot, hot all over, I could practically feel the steam coming out of my ears.

All of these years. I waited and I was patient. Cried an unimaginable amount of tears, my heart shattered for this man, and I had to pick myself up to rebuild. He knew my trauma. My past abuse, what my ex husband did to me and my mother, all those stupid promises he made to me to keep me safe. He knew one of my triggers was cheating and lying. Maybe I was blind to all of his lies because of the silky voice he whispered into my ear. Maybe I was blind to the truth standing in front of me.

If I didnt regulate my emotions properly, he and this random person would have been a pile of dust in my room. Why did he chose to bring this dishonesty to me, in a home I was left alone in after he disappeared without a trace?! I went through the 7 stages of grief standing in that doorway and everything moved in slow motion. I could have been standing there for a minute but it felt like a decade. I cant let him get away with doing this to me. No, not after all that fucking pain he caused me for bringing his bullshit to my home after leaving me in a loveless marriage where I thought he was dead.

My feet moved on their own, I couldnt tell you how fast I was running or how I managed to get the bed out of the window with them in it, but I did. I saw red in that moment. With the bed and their filthy asses out of my house, I screamed and cursed. I didnt care how much my throat was burning, how my hands were filled with splinters from the shitty bedframe or how I even managed to lift a 300 pound bed. I could only focus on the person who caused me this pain and he was scrambling to put his clothes back on along with his partner.

We...no I lived on a public street at the time. Pedestrians were passing, cars were still driving by, everyone's life continued except mine. Some people briefly stopped to see what was going on, some pulling out their phones, others kept functioning as if nothing happened. The bed didnt hit anyone so beyond Sebastian and his new partner a world of embarrassment, they got out unscathed.

*PAUSE*

"Rockelle, how did you manage to throw a bed out of the window? With two people in it? How did it go through the insulation, brick wall, foundation, and window without any interruption?"

"Its called adrenaline mixed with witchy powers can surprise even the most of us. It didnt register at the time that I even did it so I dont even know how I did it."

"And wait...you were married before me? For 6 years?"

"Yes I was. I got married when I was 19."

"Sounds like statistically speaking, that marriage was bound to fail. Most marriages where both participants are below the age of-"

"Sheldon."

"Yes dear?"

"Can I finish my story?"

"Absolutely. I apologize for interrupting, that was just bothering me."

*PLAY*

With that, I got in trouble with the landlord for destroying their property. It was a heavy tab and I had to increase my already grueling work hours. I worked 60 hours a week and I was miserable. My friends, sister, and her boyfriend came by to try and cheer me up but I was in so much pain. I went to the courthouse to get the divorce paperwork but of course, they needed his signature for it to be finalized.

I was past the stage of sadness at this point, the only thing I felt was anger. I check the mailbox about a week later and I seen it was an invitation to Sebastians wedding. I wanted to burn the damn thing like how I did everything else that was his. I wanted to close the chapter in my life with him in it but I couldnt do that without that damn signature.

Despite how much everyone advised me it would be a lost cause and to just forge a signature, I couldnt do that and I wasnt risking jailtime for this fucker. So begrudgingly, I put on my best clothes and went in the name of getting the signature. As soon as I stepped into the building, he was on me like white on rice, immediately flirting despite his partner being only a few feet away.

He begged we work things out and begged we forget about this. Even at his wedding he was a piece of shit. I wanted to smack him across the face and storm out and never look back but I needed that DAMN signature. So I played along, sold him a dream of life we could have in order to restart it together but he needed to sign the divorce agreement. He agreed, gave me his phone number, signed the papers, and I came up with an excuse to leave.

I ripped the paper with his number up and went home, angry as all hell. Angry for his future partner having to deal with a scumbag like him. Angry for having to grin and bear the flirting in order to get this stupid signature. So when I got home, I got drunk. I got violently drunk, if I tell you how much wine I drank that night you wouldnt believe me.

It felt good to be free from this torture I endured for 6 years and I needed a way to give him a final middle finger. A cherry on the top. I wanted the world to hear how I felt about him and feel the pain he caused me. I stumbled upstairs, went to a recording studio I never got to use, and sang my heart out. This was the first song I ever released. Tears running down my face and holding the bottle of wine that I didnt finish drinking in my hand. I just sang into the mic with no regard for anything else.

At this point Rockelle was sobbing into Sheldon's chest, finally able to get the emotions out. "And...and thats why I fear relationships. I keep worrying about something happening and I want to prepare for it so I cant fully be vulnerable and I fear Im gonna mess this up and-" Sheldon gently moves her face from his chest and holds it.

"Hey. I am right here arent I?" He responds calmly, Rockelle sniffling and nodding. "B-But you might get sick of me and what if you cheat and-" Rockelle babbled again, Sheldon shushing her.

"I am not going anywhere. I wont get sick of you. I wont cheat or do anything that goes against your wishes. We have had each other this long, why would I leave? I am happy where I am. Arent you happy?" Sheldon responds, rubbing his thumb along her cheek. Rockelle could only bawl in response, plopping her face into his chest.

"I am happy! I am so fucking happy and it scares me that something will ruin it!" She sobs out and Sheldon rubs her back, just rocking her. "I know you like me based on how...how much you are letting me cry on you!" She hiccups and squeals, Sheldon cringes then shrugs. "Oh I love you so so much." He responds, scratching the back of her scalp.

@sheldoney @unsheldony

[anotherghoul666]

Confession: lately I've been craving being made to feel small, but in a good way. Made to feel used. I wanna be pushed and pushed until I cant take any more (pain and pleasure both just please dont cut me) and then cared for until the tears stop. And I hope you'd tell me afterwards how good I did. Because I would be good, I promise!

You raise me "getting pushed and pushed until you can't take anymore", I raise you my specialty: impact! I hope you're ready for a ride, because I can get mean when firmly rooted in my element. I'd have so many implements to push you through. I promise I will not cut you or break skin in any way, I'll choose my implements in consequence and pick those who do not have sharp edges or any risk of breaking or splintering.

I wouldn't ask much of you in terms of position, since I will ask a lot of you in terms of pain and endurance. You can be on all fours, you can be face down ass up, you can lay on your stomach, as long as I have these gorgeous ass and thighs as a target area, and you can reach between your thighs with a hand. This is going to be a session with a steady rise up to a peak where you reach catharsis and cry. Then aftercare.

I'd start by warming up your skin. I'd knead it with my hands like dough, put my weight into it. Warm the muscles right up so they're ready to take a beating. My first impact tool would be my leather flogger. Wide suede straps, long falls, diffuses the impact nicely over your skin. It straddles the fine line between thud and sting pretty much 50/50. I'd continue the warm up with my wood thudder. It's a wide cylindrical solid wood tool, as the name indicates, purely on the thud side. I'd give you slower, deeper hits, leave it on your skin so the energy of the impact travels inside if you, inside of your muscles, makes your core vibrate. That's when I'd have you start to touch yourself in time. Capitalize on the inner vibrations I'm giving you. You're respnsible for the pleasure part, I dish out the pain. If you want the pleasure to be unbearable too, or rise up with me, you have to keep up. I'd tenderize your ass cheeks with the thudder, make you unclench, knead out all the knots in your glutes. Then I'd move on to a paddle, I'd make you feel some options, ask you to pick one. Hopefully you'll have a favorite, because otherwise you'll have to pick a poison anyway. Wood, varnished wood, raw leather. varnished leather, suede, silicone, metal.

Your pick, whatever your elected paddle is, I'd go to town on you with, ramp up the intensity. Gage your reactions, your body language, the sound of your voice. I don't want you crying yet, but I'd listen for hitched breaths, hisses, find a rhythm where I won't let you fully get your breath back and recover after each hit. I'll cut your pain processing sequence juuuust short, just shy of being done, to keep you on edge, unstable, tumbling along forward, ever forward to your peak, with only me and my hand to guide you and your own hand to try and mitigate with some pleasure.

When I'll feel your are shook? Right on the edge of giving me those beautiful tears we both want? I'd go in for the kill, and bring out my canes. Canes are my absolute favorite toys. And they tend to terrorize subs. Except the real special masochist here and there. You know when I reach for my fiberglass canes, I'm in a zone, and I will take you down with me. I would cover your ass and thight in cane welts, until I hear you start to cry, sniffles and whines muffled by the matress. I'd have you turn to me them, show me your lovely tears. I'd ask you how many hits you think you have left in you. Whatever number you give me? Add five. You'll take all of that and five more for me, to take you at your edge, then kick you off of the precipice of catharsis. You'll sob uncontrollably for me, grin and bear it and take these final hits, before I'll discard the cane and wrap you in a huge fluffy blanket. It's very warm and soft and it has cute animals on it. I'd hold you to my chest and softly rock you as you cry all the tears you have left to cry into my clothes, pet your hair softly and let you know I've got you, you're safe, you did it, you took it all, you did so good for me, so good. I'd hold you close until the tsunami of emotions and tears and chemicals will have passed, until your brain will be blank and empty and fuzzy like static. Then I'll get you a tall glass of water and cuddle you some more.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

ryan pls tell me about hometown!

i love you SO much for asking <3

okay so a few months ago i decided i would work on something original because why not. so, hometown is very queer very southern very much rooted in family and religious trauma. it's set in a typical southern town (maybe like mine but whatever that's not the point).

the mc, callum, is a bit of a tragic brooding asshole who cares far too much and is having to return to the hometown he left as fast as he could at 18 with a wife on his arm because his father has died and he has to settle his affairs. he comes back sans wife because he fucked that up and is very intent on getting in and getting out with no fuss.

so of course that's not what happens. he's torn between seeing all the things he hates about the town, all the reasons he left, and also all the things that make it home, that make it actually a lovely place which is a lot easier to see when he runs into his high school best friend, jaime, who has become very handsome hello and who has custody of his darling niece who callum cant help but fall in love with.

together they deal with their pasts, carve out space for themselves in this town callum doesn't want to love but does, and just maybe set something up for a future neither of them expected to have together

here's a snip!

It feels like he blinks once and then he’s parking in front of his old home, roughly shoving the car into park, relishing the rough jerk it gives before going motionless. He’s motionless too, as if someone has punched through the core of him, found the thing that makes him tick and turned it off.

The only things that move are his fingers that clench and unclench around his father's obituary and his eyes as they rove over the peeling white exterior of the house.

Callum isn’t exactly sure what he’s trying to find. Maybe some mark of everything he endured, everything that happened here, everything this house was forced to witness. Maybe a sign that he should either come inside or run away again. Maybe some clue that could let him know where exactly his father died.

He could have asked Elodie. She would have told him, but he didn’t really think it mattered. Not until now, when he’s wondering if he’ll be stepping over the spot where his father took his last breath or if he’ll end up sitting or sleeping on it.

A rough, crackling laugh falls out of him at that. It scrapes against his throat, brings a metallic taste that is all consuming to the forefront of his mouth, and it punches so forcefully at his lungs, making them expand enough he’s sure they are gonna come bursting out of his chest.

But somehow, Callum remains whole.

ask me about my wips

[deathfavor]

@kyukicho​​​​​​ said: ⚠ Baji for Tora

send ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a blood trail

   A tiger is loose in the streets. Kazutora stared vacantly ahead, only faintly aware of his own chest raising and falling with each breathe.  Some assholes wanted to fight? Then fine, he was more than willing to fight. Fuck rules, it’d been blood and violence and adrenaline. Everything had faded to the background except for the here and now. He could do that. He could fight. It felt better than nothing. It let him get out the anger and frustration.

    His head jerks up when he hears a sound behind him, and he whirls around with all the intent of taking out whoever was stupid enough to approach him. Wait!  Eyes widen alarm and he freezes just before his fist can make contact. ( Had Baji said something? No, he didn’t...he didn’t think so...) His fist lingers for a moment before his hand unclenches and falls harmlessly to his side without disturbing a single hair.

   “  Baji!  “ Kazutora greets with delight, and warmth seems to slip back into previously distant eyes to soften the harshness. A tiger turned harmless despite the violence of his work that surrounds them. Although his hands clasp behind his back as he surveys the scene and the blood trail that had evidently led Baji here - oh yeah, he’d forgotten he’d had to hunt down that one coward who’d tried to hide after failing to ambush him.

   He turns his head back towards Baji, head canted to the side with a smile, like a cat offering up the spoils of its hunt.  “  Sorry Baji ~ You were too slow, I beat everyone already.  “ Does he feel better? He’s not sure. But Baji always makes things better. Slowly the adrenaline was fading and he could start to feel the wave of fatigue creeping in.

   Kazutore hops nonchalantly over the one unconscious form in his way to be beside Baji,  “  Are you free tonight? Or is your school starting one of their festival things?  “  He asks curiously, violence set aside without a care. He’d seen some flyer about it earlier in the day but had missed seeing the date in the earlier rush. Really though, it was just seeing if Baji was free. Although it might be fun to tag along if Baji did have to prep for some school activity.

[8bitscarlet]

smut 9 and 47 with bottom! wanda please <3

(for some reason i cant see the requesting rules post so i apologize if this breaks any)

Thank you for the request! 💞 If you ever want to request anything again, my what I write for's are on my masterlist! No rules broken here!

500 Followers Prompts

-Word Count: 1.4k , bottom!Wanda x Reader (18+, Minors DNI!, explicit descriptions of sex, use of strap-on, fingering, swearing)

Prompt 9: "Can they fuck you like this? Make you cum like I can"

Prompt 47: “Lay down ass up, don’t think you’re getting away with that little stunt.”

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Trying to rub away the throbbing in your temples, you let out a quiet groan. The pounding music that fills the Compound is doing nothing to help your headache. You had told Wanda you had wanted to leave the party over an hour ago but she always found a way to stay just a little longer. Slowly spinning your drink against the bartop, your eyes glance over the dance floor filled with people packed together like sardines.

Wanda was whiny tonight. Begging you to go out on the dance floor, trying to get her pouting lips and puppy dog eyes to get you to break. Eventually, she gave up and dragged Carol out to the dance floor. Through the flashing lights and darkness, your eyes can still catch sight of one of the only redheads here.

What makes you nearly spit out your drink is who you’ve caught dancing with her. And it certainly isn’t the blonde she took from the bar.

It could be the alcohol coursing through your veins or the annoyance you’re feeling towards your headache, but you're out of the stool and across the dance floor without another thought. Pulling back the android’s shoulder, you give an irritated grin,

“Hey, that’s my girlfriend, asshole.”

Vision clenches his face, “She asked me to dance, Y/N.”

“Shut up,” you snap at him and glance over to Wanda, “Upstairs, now.”

You catch the slightest upward tilt at the corner of Wanda’s painted lips but as she slips away, Vision steps in front of you.

“Buddy,” you chuckle, “you had your chance. Fuck off.”

Shoving past him and his yells, you grab Wanda’s arm and pull her with you towards the elevator with no protest. As the doors slide close in front of you, you let out a sigh of relief as the pounding music grows further and further away. Wanda’s hand reaches out to you, gently rubbing your arm but she says nothing.

As the elevator rings out the floor number, you stand there in silence. The sound of your foot tapping against the floor is the only sound around. Wanda steps in front of you, opening her mouth to say something, but you just stare at her. With a heavy swallow, she turns on her heels and starts to walk down the hall, listening to your steps behind her.

The bedroom light flicks on as you walk towards your dresser, quietly slipping out of your dress shoes and slowly rolling up your sleeves.

“Y/N?” Wanda breaks the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.

You let out a hum, listening to her grow closer to you as she drops her heels to the floor. Her arms wrap around you, pulling you back into her as her chin rests against your shoulder.

“What’re you thinking?”

Taking in a deep breath, you turn slowly to face her and stare into those dilated pupils. Her eyes watch as you wet your lips, resting your hands gently on your waist. Slowly, you take a step forward, your body bumping against a startled Wanda. She mirrors you, watching you shake your head with a dark chuckle. You watch as her skin flushes, nothing but blabbering coming from her lips.

“I’m thinking about how I’m going to rip that fucking dress off of you,” you growl, wrapping your hands around her waist as you throw her onto the bed.

Wanda lets out a squeal but as your lips slide up her thighs, its replaced with a soft sigh. The sound of tearing fabric mixes with her soft moans, as you clear the way up her thighs. As her fingers grip at your hair, you know this is exactly what she was hoping for all night. She knew even glancing towards Vision would drag you away from the bar and that she’d win an extra prize. The anticipation radiated off of her as she locked her ankles across your shoulders as you breathed out a chuckle when you realize she's wearing no panties.

You make her wait a moment longer. Her whine makes your heart beat hard against your chest, as you guide the rip higher up her body. As the fabric falls, it reveals the soft skin hidden beneath. You lick a long stripe from the valley of her breasts to her chin. Your hand grips her breasts tightly, massaging them with force. She moans, closing her eyes as you bite her lip roughly, you can smell her whiskey breath wash over your face as you press an aggressive kiss against her lips and feeling her moan into you.

“What do you want?” You growl into her ear, her nails digging sharply into your back as you start to suck against the soft spot on her neck, ensuring that tomorrow, Vision knows she's yours.

“You.” She rasps out as you move your lips along her collarbone.

“Really? Seemed like you wanted someone else tonight,” You say between kisses as you move your lips to her breast, your hands roaming down her body.

Squeezing her thigh with one hand, your other hand guides towards her core, two fingers sliding into her without warning. They slip in with ease, her folds already dripping wet having waited all day for this. First it was waiting for you to get back from your mission and then it was wanting your attention at the party.

“What do you want?” you snap, stopping your fingers from thrusting into her. All she could give were loud moans, that wasn’t the answer you wanted.

Gasping as her green eyes open and find you, her fingers run through your hair, “You. Shit, I want you!”

Pressing your fingers in all the way, the heel of your palm presses against her clit. Wanda’s hips roll against your hand as you watch her bite against her lip, trying to suppress her moans and failing incredibly.

“Correct answer, Ms. Maximoff.” you growl, guiding your tongue in small circles around her clit.

Keeping the touch light, you continue thrusting your fingers slowly, curling them just right as you beckon her to you. Nothing but moans and pants come from her lips, her nails clawing down your back and sending shivers through your body. Clenching her eyes shut, you can see the shaking of her thighs as you start to suck against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Leaving a trail of marks from her core up to her chest, you swirl your tongue around her nipple, switching between gentle bites and sucking. Your fingers are soaking as you slip out to a rub a few small circles around her clit before slipping back in. Wanda lets out a moan, her fingers gripping your hair tightly. You pop the breast from your mouth and press your lips against hers, too weak with pleasure to form against yours.

“Can’t believe you pulled that shit,” you whisper as you press kisses against her jawline, your fingers curling just right and pulling those unrelenting moans from her throat.

Wanda’s hand grips your arm tightly, her hips trying to keep their rhythm but she’s getting close. You can feel her walls clenching and unclenching against your fingers. With another lick against her core, Wanda lets out a mewling squeal as you curl your fingers, watching her thighs clench tightly.

“Can they fuck you like this?” Twirling your tongue around her clit, your hand pushes her thigh back as you anticipate Wanda wrapping her thighs around you to brace for the tidal wave about to hit.

And it hits.

Her moan catching in her throat as you glance up from between her legs. For a moment, the death grip her fingers have on you float away for just a moment as her green eyes roll behind her eyelids.

Thrusting your fingers with slow strokes as she rides out her high, you nip at the inside of her thighs, enjoying how she twitches at your touch, “Make you cum like I can?”

Wanda sighs, her fingers gripping at your shirt to pull you up to her lips. You free yourself with ease as you stand and turn away from her.

“You think I’m letting you get off on one?” You chuckle as you start to set up the harness around your waist.

Glancing over your shoulder, you clench your jaw, “Lay down ass up, don’t think you’re getting away with that little stunt.”

Climbing back onto the bed, you kneel behind Wanda exactly in the position you told her. You tease her with the tip of the toy, watching her body still shivering from her first orgasm. Leaning forward, you feel the heat inside of you as you hear her gasp as the toy slides into her. You press a kiss against her shoulder as her hands lay on top of yours, her fingers intertwining with yours.

“The party still has a few more hours,” you whisper, your hips thrusting slowly against Wanda as your name becomes a moaned mantra from her lips, “And I’m going to spend those hours making sure you don’t even remember that toaster’s name.”

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

I’ll Try

hi i know i said i was gonna work through my prompts but ive been having a mini writers block and tried to get rid of it with this which ended up not working and this took three days when something like it would have taken three hours this time last year 🤣 im fine everythings fine

pairing: geraskier

warnings: post getting together touch starvation, geralt getting overwhelmed and feeling guilty about it, two idiots being idiots, geralt refuses to speak up for his needs im not projecting i swear, thats it tho, they dont even fight its just a nice little convo, un beta’d

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Two weeks. It had taken two weeks for Geralt to muster up the courage to hold Jaskier’s hand as they walked. They’d had a stilted and painfully awkward conversation about feelings and decisions and commitments that ended rather well, but Geralt just couldn’t do it. He’d kept his distance from people for so long that the thought of holding someone else and being welcome whenever he wantedto do so sent his heart racing. The first week he couldn’t bring himself to think about being held in return without a pang of anticipation and fear shooting through his chest. 

But he’d done it. And he loved holding Jaskier’s hand. He loved being able to walk up behind his bard and wrap his arms around Jaskier’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder, and lean on him. He loved the light touched to wrists and how Jaskier would brush his hair out of his eyes before kissing his brow. He really really loved it. 

Just… it could be overwhelming. Jaskier was extremely tactile and while it was nice to be able to communicate without needing words, Geralt found it could become too much rather quickly. He also felt extremely guilty about it. Jaskier had even told him he was always made feel like he was ‘too much’ for his partners (‘usually too adulterous’ Geralt had teased) and the last thing the witcher wanted to do was tell him as much. 

But he damn near wanted to crawl out of his skin one afternoon as he was grinding herbs for his potions. Jaskier had one leg over him as they sat on the ground and the bard was bent almost in half to lay his cheek on Geralt’s shoulder. That Geralt could muscle through, but it was the little touches and shifting that came from Jaskier playing with the cuffs of his shirt that really threw him. 

After an hour of barely being able to focus, Geralt finally scrambled to stand and start pacing the edge of the meadow where they’d made camp. 

“Geralt?” Jaskier called to him surprisingly cautiously, still sitting where they’d been entangled, but now leaning back on his hands as if he’d been hit in the chest with a rabbit carcass. 

“Hm”

“What’s going on?”

Geralt just shrugged as he continued his pacing, “Need to walk. Cramp.”

It seemed Jaskier wasn’t buying his half-assed excuse as he planted himself directly in Geralt’s path and grabbed him just above the elbows, “You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“Tired,” Geralt growled, feeling ready to snap at any moment.

Jaskier’s lips disappeared into a thin line and his eyebrows climbed his forehead, “Yeah, and I’m a skilled swordsman. What is wrong?”

Try as he might, Geralt couldn’t unclench his jaw as he spoke, keeping the volume low in the hopes it wouldn’t frighten Jaskier, “Let me go.”

Hurt flashed across Jaskier’s face as he took a step back and folded his arms over his chest. There was no anger in his posture though, geralt could have handled that easily- gladly even, but it broke his heart to see the way his bard held himself. Quite literally holding himself around the ribs with his shoulders slightly hunched, Jaskier just stared at Geralt, waiting with a look akin to fear on his face. 

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Geralt tried to sift through his words despite the urge to simply stomp off into the woods, “Overwhelmed.”

It wasn’t much but it was the best Geralt could force out. And by some miracle, it seemed Jaskierwas relieved by the answer. He let his arms hang by his sides and stood a little taller, tilting his head to the side as he spoke, “Is there some noise…? Smell I cant smell?”

Geralt shook his head and tapped his wrist, indicating the cuff Jaskier was fiddling with before.

“Oh… you- dont like the touching…” Jaskier looked on the edge of tears. Anyone else may have thought he was just slightly upset, but Geralt knew what to look for. Jaskier’s lips were back in their firm line, but this one was narrower, and all expression left his eyes. 

“No! No, Jask I uhm, really like that. A lot… I’m not used to it though…” As Geralt scrambled to get his words out he stepped forward, reaching to hook his pinky around Jaskier’s.

“Well of course not. It’s been less than a month.” Jaskier still looked cautious, though his eyes softened ever so slightly. 

“It’s been... decades since someone touched me so often and so... innocently,” Geralt mumbled, hoping Jaskier could make sense of the information. 

“Oh Geralt… sweetheart I didn’t realize…” Geralt just tilted his head at Jaskier as he continued, “Thats like throwing a man baking in the desert straight into an ocean. Of course you’re overwhelmed! I- I didn’t even think…” 

“I didn’t want you to think I thought you were too much…” Geralt offered, giving a little shrug and feeling a bit like a child. 

Jaskier gave him a sweet smile and swung their hands side to side just a bit, “Thank you, darling. You can tell me when you reach your limit next time. I wont get upset.”

Geralt swallowed hard and cleared his throat muttering a quick “I’ll try.” before giving Jaskier a peck on the cheek and going back to crushing his herbs. Jaskier picked up his lute and plucked away at the strings and every time Geralt looked up at him he was smiling with a mix of affection and wonder. They’d be fine, Geralt decided, he’d just have to use his words. 

[mid-weast]

Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

[shorkbrian]

oof on the topic of levi heichou... my head is filled to the BRIM with erwin . i just want that man to pump me full of his cum over and over again until im full of his kids. i mean, he just wants to continue his legacy! he has to avenge his dad, right? this is just about having a son that will fulfill his interests before he dies, right? and you’re just so warm and so nice to him ... he’s sure you’d be a good mommy. cant you take care of him too while you’re at it?

oh god big daddy Erwin would absolutely destroy ur lil pussy oh my god.

(What to expect - NSFW, dubcon, pregnancy, breeding kink, cockwarming and marathon sex.)

He’s thick all over, and when he gets going, you can’t even fucking breath cause he pushes so deep. His tip doesn’t kiss your cervix, it hammers into it like a meat tenderizer. ouch.

But I agree that he would have a phat breeding kink. He’s very meticulous and measured in his actions, he’s self assured and confident of his decisions, Erwin knows best, and you need to listen to him.

So when you’re on your back, begging for him to pull out? Erwin shushes you and says it’s gonna be alright, before flexing his hips and sliding deep.

I imagine that he never likes having you on top, he’s got a size kink and absolutely adores how small you look underneath him, how easily he can move you around. Will force you into a mating press when he gets too excited and carried away, sweat flying everywhere from the force of his thrusts, the sound of his cock thrusting into your cunt wet and lewd and embarrassing.

When you cry about how he didn’t listen, how you could get pregnant, Erwin tsks and gathers you in his arms, smooths down your hair and lets you sob into his chest. His voice rumbles while he talks, while he assures you that daddy is gonna take care of you, that he knows what you need, daddy’s never going to leave you, ever.

Makes his breeding kink clear by refusing to cum anywhere except inside your little pink pussy. You suck him off so there’s no chance of him getting you pregnant, but before you can make him shoot down your throat he’s pulling you to your fee. He’s grimacing as he tries to hold himself back until he can slam into you, apologizing breathlessly about the lack of prep.

You try to give him a hand job, and the same thing happens. Erwin slows down your hand, smiles at you and gives you a slow kiss. Then you’re flipped over onto your back with his hand up your skirt, easing thick fingers inside until you’re ready to take him. Then you get pounded senseless, Erwin’s thick cock spreading you open, his broad shoulders flexing as he braces himself above your body by grabbing the headboard.

No matter how often you try to talk to him about your unwillingness for a child, Erwin’s very insistent. Gathers you into his lap like a small child, talks down to you while explaining that this is for the best, that you’ll be taken care of, that you’ll be such a good mommy for him, for your daddy.

God but the kicker is going to be how he shoots his load, grunting a bit while he hefty cock twitches against your walls. Erwin stills, lowering himself down so he can roll to the side, taking you with him.

Won’t let you squirm off his cock, keeps it inside and holds you flush to his big, broad, hairy chest while you whine in confusion about why he isn’t letting you go wash up.

He says that daddy wants to rest a bit, but really Erwin just wants to keep you plugged full of his cum until he gets hard again, so he can pump more into your cute little body.

It’s a really weird sensation, having his cock rise and thicken while still held by your silky walls, but it’s one Erwin can see himself getting used to. 

Fucks you again, and again, and again, keeping you plugged with his cock each time, tsking and shaking his head when your poor little cunt can’t hold all of his cum inside, when it keeps splurting out on each of his thrusts because there’s just no more room.

It covers his cock and your plush thighs in sticky, milky white cream. It smells so potent, strong and heady.

When Erwin finally does pull out, a gush of cum follows the tip of his cock, and you groan in discomfort, pussy clenching and unclenching while it pushes all the liquid out.

But that’s not what daddy wants!!! So he has to finger it back into you while admonishing his bad girl, giving you a few taps on your rear to make you clench up again.

One of these days, you’ll get pregnant. Erwin will makes sure of it.

[shoezuki]

ASKS U HERE SO IT MAY BE PUBLIC. MORE ARCTIC ANARCHIST COMMUNE HEADCANONS PWEASE?

FINE YOU’VE LEFT ME NO CHOICE thankyou i keep forgetting to make more hc things lsahfkjsgk

initially philza is Constantly trying to not so subtly get ranboo n techno to Bond. theyre both anxious and Tentative to establish Anything close to friendship and philza isnt having it

it doesnt really. work. because philza’s idea of ‘bonding’ is either intense brawls or going to cause chaos together

“ey techno. ranboo. i saw a village way over the mountains in the biome over. why dont you guys like... go and destroy them and scavenge what you can :)’

technically it EVENTUALLY works. mostly because they get distracted by a fox and get lost one day

one day ranboo accidentally calls phil ‘dad’ and he’s mortified. technoblade has to excuse himself because he doesnt want ranboo to see him cry from laughing so hard

phil is honored. and feeling a little guilty :)

ranboo goes looking for some tools at phil’s request as they build his house together. he ends up opening technoblade’s Valuables Chest

phil comes running after hearing crashing. finds that techno had instinctively charged at him like a boar and ranboo screeched and launched himself up on the ceiling beams. he’s hissing like a cat stuck in a tube TV

technoblade is mortified after and vanishes. phil has to explain that it was the piglin instinct because ranboo is still ‘new’ so he instinctively saw it as an intruder going through his belongings

ranboo feels kinda dejected (theyd been getting along, he thought) despite philza ensuring time and time again that it was Only Instinct.

technoblade comes back late that night but doesnt say where he’s been

phil already knows he was venting to carl 

he’s Extremely tempted to just pretend it didnt happen but like. the voices are angry at techno even at the Idea of that so he actually. goes to ranboo to apologize

“hey..... ranboo.” “a-ah. hi.” “so.... you remember today right?” Ranboo, very awkwardly closing his memory book. “...... whats today?” “youre a horrible liar”

it ends more like... technoblade ends up opening up for the first time. more about being inhuman. with rambling and stiff hand gestures and constantly darting from topic to topic without much connection. but ranboo gets it

they end up staying up Really late either just in silence or talking about Not Being Human. 

techno’s never had the chance to talk about this with anyone beyond phil, but as much as phil cares he cant relate so much

late nights just hanging out and talking become somewhat Regular.

sometimes brewing potions together, sometimes when phil insists they need to try and organize their belongings better.

about a week later, ranboo goes looking for... something. he lost something but cant remember really

he opens that same chest and freezes. techno is standing right there, staring at him

technoblade just laughs

whenever ranboo forgets something, phil and techno usually are able to remind him. he feels less scrambled with the support

technoblade’s reputation as something to be feared his a Crutch to him. 

he overthinks every conversation and panics in groups or when on the spot. even when with one other person. he falls into the comfort of being unapproachable and Looming over people so they cant see his anxiety

for some fucking reason ranboo could Never clue on on the Looming, Intimidating vibes techno would try and put out. 

technoblade doesnt get it. phil says maybe its because ranboo Trusts Him and sees beyond him being something Terrifying

technoblade panics like ‘oh god phil what if i say something dumb’ and phil just holds his head in his hands

ranboo has a tendency to echo what people say. he tries to quell it because people get annoyed. but one time, techno makes a Really Bad attempt at replicating a noise edward made and ranboo instantly echoed it back

phil comes in hours later and theyre both just. echoing this Weird Meaningless noise back and forth to each other. edward looks pained

ranboo plans to go get his pets. he’s been planning it all day. constantly saying ‘well i need to go get my pets now...’ and then just. not leaving

at first phil just thinks he keeps forgetting and lets him be. but then he sees him fidgeting, the crackled noises under his breath, the way he keeps clenching and unclenching his fits

phil offers to help him out. he wasnt doing much anyways. ranboo sighs in relief

when they get to ranboo’s old panic room, phil watches how he keeps trying to look away from it. cant even seem to go near it. he’s talking to himself something phil can’t make out

phil frowns, but just says ‘we shouldnt waste obsidian right mate?”

ranboo almost cries in relief when phil takes it all down. philza doesnt mention it or the signs (yet) but offers a Fatherly pat on the shoulder

he’s nearly knocked off balance when ranboo lunges out and hugs him 

[reidsnose]

completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly (spencer reid x reader)

overview: spencer helps his best friend talk through her emotions

genre: angst? and fluff

warnings: mentions of cheating, bad coping mechanisms, idrk what else reader being upset for a little bit

a/n: this has been sitting in my notes app FOREVER but idk how i feel ab this one im usually strictly fluff so yall lmk :)

masterlist

you hated talking about your feelings. you knew it was unhealthy to keep it bottled and and 'deal with it on your own' but that didn't stop you from doing exactly that.

the worst part about your feelings right now was that you isolate to cope with them. you didn't want to interact with anyone at all because more likely than not you would lash out at them on accident. it just slips out sometimes.

when you trudged into the bullpen with your head down and your hands fidgeting with your zipper, you didn't even notice all eyes on you. you werent your usual happy self. you weren't being loud, you weren't cracking jokes. you were just begrudgingly existing amongst your favorite people and they knew there was something wrong.

"good morning gorgeous, its a paperwork day! that means no traveling!" garcia informed you brightly, trying to lighten my mood.

"oh. cool. thanks." you answered back, flashing her as much of a smile as you could muster after realizing the harshness of your words.

she shot morgan a look, to which he raised an eyebrow.

"hey pretty lady," he began as he walked over to you, "whats going on? did you drink some grumpy juice for breakfast?"

"no. im fine." you replied flatly, making your way to your desk.

"what in the world.." he whispered to garcia, not knowing you could still hear.

or maybe he did know. maybe he was trying to get on your nerves. no. this is the irritability talking. morgan was just being a good friend.

you groaned at your computer, retyping the same password for the 4th time.

this time Prentiss shot you a look.

"is everything ok?" she asked, smiling slightly.

"yeah my computer is being stupid." you rolled your eyes as it finally let you in.

"oh i know the feeling. if you need any help-"

"I'm alright. thanks." you cut her off, eyes glued to the file you were working on.

JJ, who had witnessed the whole interaction unfold, stood with her mouth agape.

"spence, your bestie needs you!" JJ tapped his shoulder and motioned to you.

he watched your jaw rhythmically clench and unclench. your tell. thats what you always did when you were irritated or angry.

"hey y/n," he hummed, sitting lightly on the corner of your desk, crinkling some of your paper work.

"Reid! my files!" you cried, swatting his thigh. he got up and murmured an apology.

"are you ok?" he asked simply, crouching down to meet your height as you sat in your chair.

"why does everyone keep asking me that!"

you knew why. you were being a bitch.

"you just called me Reid." he stated.

"its your name." you replied, not meeting his gaze.

"yeah but you always-" he began.

"I'm not in the mood right now."

he sighed, "if you need someone to talk to-"

"i don't need anyone to talk to because theres nothing to talk about!" you interrupted, causing him to furrow his eyebrows at the tone of my voice.

'i shouldn't be mean to him. why am i acting like this?' you thought to yourself

"ok, ill be over there if you need me," he threw his hands up in surrender.

you mumbled an ok and went back to distracting yourself with work. you were so invested in filing these cases you completely lost track of time and before you knew it, it was just you, Hotch, and Spencer left in the office. you vaguely remembered waving goodbye to your other coworkers but you didn't remember it being nearly 6pm.

"guys go home, you've done a lot today," Hotch said as he crossed the bullpen, making his way towards the glass doors.

"yeah i will i'm almost done," you answered, not looking up from my screen.

"good night, Hotch," Spencer called from the break room.

you stared at your screen, eyes burning. you did enough. you cant escape confronting your feelings much longer. you sighed as you began packing up.

as if on cue, Spencer walked out of the break room with two cups in his hands, steam rising from the both of them. your mood softened just a bit.

"here," he handed you your drink which he had filled with your favorite tea and sweetened just the way you like it.

"you didnt have to." you replied, setting down the warm cup as you finished packing up. he mirrored your movements, resting his satchel across his torso before picking his drink back up.

"i know." he answered simply, a gentle smiling resting on his lips before he took a sip of his own tea.

"im sorry for snapping at you earlier." you apologized, finally meeting his gaze. his eyes were soft and sweet and you felt a pang of guilt in your heart as they looked into your own.

"its ok. do you want to tell me why?" he asked, walking to the elevator with you.

"no. yes? i dont know. its stupid." you replied, looking down at the floor as you recounted your reason for my anger today.

"its not stupid." he spoke softly.

you scoffed lightly, "you dont even know what it is."

"so tell me."

"but its dumb!"

"y/n." he warned.

"my ex boyfriend, Ashton, is getting married to the girl he cheated on me with." you sighed, walking through the parking lot with Spencer.

"ah so Trashton put my favorite ray of sunshine in a bad mood." he joked, breath swirling around the cool air as he spoke

you let out a weary chuckle, "its not like i miss him or anything, i just wish i had someone! not him- i just- i want- ugh i don't know how to word this!" you grew frustrated, furrowing your eyebrows and balling your hands into fists.

you knew exactly how to word it.

you wanted Spencer.

"its ok, take all the time you need." he whispered, leaning on the hood of your car. you joined him, resting as you took a sip of your tea.

"why am i not good enough to be loved." you stated the question rather than asking it, eyes filling with tears.

"you are good enough and i promise you that you are loved more than you know." he affirmed gently, turning to face you.

"do you know why we broke up?" you asked, knowing if you acknowledged his previous comment you wouldn't be able to continue without sobbing.

"because he cheated on you." he answered confidently.

"no." you shook your head, fighting back tears.

"what? he didn't cheat on you?"

"he did. and i was going to forgive him for that."

Spencer started getting riled up, "what! why? you're worth more than that scumbag! you shouldn't ha-"

"Spencer just let me finish!" you cut him off. he went silent, chest rising and falling more rhythmically than it had seconds earlier. "he wanted me to chose. him or you."

"him or me?" he furrowed his eyebrows, voice much quieter now.

"mhm." you hummed not meeting his gaze, your cheeks redder than you'd like to admit.

"i don't understand." he breathed.

"he thought i was cheating on him with you. he had no proof and it w-"

"oh this is all my fault. y/n i'm so sorry!"

"no! spence its not your fault!" you grabbed his arm to reassure him.

"it is! your boyfriend broke up with you because of me! and now you're sad and lonely and its all my fault!" he cried, looking worriedly into your eyes.

"first of all, i broke it off with him, he just gave the ultimatum. secondly, you did me a favor."

"how?"

"by showing me who i was really dating. a cheating, insecure scumbag who was quick to replace me when i left."

"i guess thats true."

"and id pick you over him any day." you admitted, looking back down at the ground. he nudged your shoulder playfully and you cracked a sad smile

"im sorry i made you sad and lonely."

"you didnt. id be sad and lonely anyway."

"why? you would still have a boyfriend if it wasn't for me."

"i don't want a boyfriend if it isn't you."

shit. shit.

the words toppled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"what?" he asked, wide eyes and looking a little shocked. spencer was sure in that very moment that if he heard you correctly hed simply explode.

"i- no this was a bad idea. i just ruined everything didnt i!" you were speaking more to yourself, exasperated at your own stupidity.

"no," you felt him place a finger to your chin and lift your gaze to meet his, "im glad you said it because now i can admit it."

"admit what?"

"that im completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly in love with you."

"spencer dont play with my heart like this. are you being serious?"

"yes. i am." he said with a strange confidence than you had never heard before. hesitant but sure.

"oh thats so lucky because i am completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly in love with you too." you admitted, feeling about 100 pounds lighter, like you could fly. he pulled you into a bone crushing hug which you eagerly accepted. "i should talk about my feelings more often."

he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head, "yes you should."

world littlest taglist:

@mac99martin

[alreadyblondenow]

My best friend, my p*rn 

▸Johnny x camgirl!reader (cam girl au, best friends to lovers) ▸ 2,103k words ▸ Fluff, Smut ▸ Cam girl reader, prostitution, online bidding, heavy making out, lots of kissing, lots of touching, fingering, mentions of oral sex male receiving, oral sex female receiving, mentions of sex  ▸ Requested, see anon message at the end of this drabble. 

Being a cam girl is something you’re not proud of but it pays the bills and puts food on the table. Bringing pleasure to other people is not the best idea but you kinda like what you do and it’s like living a double life where in reality you’re this simple college student but when you’re live or on-air, you’re very popular that girls and boys beg for you.

Of course, the only person you trust knowing your double life is your best friend Johnny, whom you don’t is madly and deeply in love with you ever since the two of you became close friends. When you told him that you’re a cam girl, Johnny supported you all the way and became a regular to the point that he has become your anonymous generous tipper.

“User chicag0127 is being generous again- wow. I’m speechless. Thank you”

Tonight is kind of a special broadcast because you hit 100k followers and you have a surprise for everyone. “To celebrate our first milestone, I’m gonna hold an auction online, the highest bidder will be featured two times during my live stream this month....”

Upon hearing what you’re saying right now, Johnny cannot believe what has gotten into your head. Then he remembered, you were three semesters late on your tuition and the school might not let you graduate. “Fuck- you could end up with a creep! Fuck- Savings savings” he was quick to check his savings and easily closed the deal with you. He was sweating the entire time, scared that maybe the next higher bidder next to him might win you, but Johnny was successful.

“Sorry folks, but as expected, user chicag0127 is the higher bidder. I guess you will see us on my next live then!...”

After your live stream, you are more than thankful for chicag0127. The money went straight to your college tuition and now you can relax and not worry about the school holding you up for graduation. That night, you told Johnny what happened through text and waited for his reply before you go to bed.

You: were graduating together! That user that I was telling you, just covered my whole tuition.

The smile on Johnny’s face and the happiness that he felt was priceless, knowing that he could help his true love.

Johnny: Why didn’t you come to me in the first place? You know that I have money saved from my internship right? And idk where to spend it haha!

He jokes so he won’t sound suspicious.

You: it’s your money Johnny, you earned that because you worked hard during your internship.

And that night, you slept like a baby knowing that all is well.

One week later

You were sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only your silk robe and nothing else underneath. Any minute now, user chicag0127 will arrive and you're very much excited to meet your anonymous bidder. When the doorbell rang, you opened the door with a flirty smile that’s replaced with a confused expression when you see Johnny in front of you.

He was quiet. He was waiting for you to realize.

Then....

“Y-you’re”

“chicag0127”

“R-right... because you’re from Chicago and you’re Korean... fuck- I mean, come in, welcome. D-do you want coffee?”

Johnny went inside the hotel room quietly and without saying a word. To be honest, he didn’t know what to do too, like you, he’s confused and nervous. But would you rather see a stranger? So he balled up his courage and confronted you.

“You sit on my lap whenever I’m busy playing games on my phone, kiss me good morning whenever we have sleepovers, heck I already saw you naked because you don’t close your room whenever you dress up and you will say it’s completely fine-“ he breathes heavily and combs his black hair with his fingers, “I don’t understand why are you like this all of a sudden. I can leave you, know? But you can't disappoint your fans”

“Right we cant” you don’t know why Johnny feels like he’s a stranger now but you suck it up and remind yourself that Johnny paid for this. “You paid for this” you added while fluffing the pillow.

“Hey. I did not do it because I want to take advantage of you I did it because you could end up with a pervert a drug addict or an abuser” he points his fingers at you and sat on the bed with a heavy sigh.

“You’ve been tipping me for months!” You bite back, “Fine-Okay okay I get it. Uhm... wear this they can only see our lips, bodies, and not our faces” you hand him the silk mask that’s similar to what you’re using.

“This is our first day so kissing and touching only no more, no less,” you said, and upon explaining the instructions to Johnny, he proceeds to strip in front of you. Unbuttoning his dress shirt and looking so hot like he always does. You gulp when he’s only wearing his black pants in front of you, ready to remove his belt and his pants.

“On the second day, oral sex, however you like it. 69, blow job in the shower, anything then that’s it-oh and one more important thing. No talking you can whisper and make sounds but no talking for your safety. People might recognize you”

After explaining what’s needed, you dimmed the lights, closed the curtains, and setup the camera.“The live will automatically stop in thirty minutes”

“So we can kiss and touch for a whole thirty minutes?” He asked.

“Yes”

“I paid all my savings and thirty minutes is all I get?” He murmurs but you didn’t hear it. You pat the space on the bed next to you as you wait for the live to start automatically in five minutes. When he’s right beside you, waiting for your next move the room is cold and silent as he watches you remove your silk robe. He has seen your boobs far too many times, but this time it’s special like he’s seeing it for the first time again. ‘I'm sorry, he mouthed’ thinking maybe this is hard for you because you’re best friends.

‘It's okay,’ you mouth back because you would rather be with Johnny than a creep.

Slowly your faces move closer until your lips touch but not kissing yet. Johnny gave you a peck as if he’s testing the waters, then gave you another but this time it’s longer, and then another but this time his hand cups your face. It was a filthy kiss and you didn’t expect that Johnny is a good kisser. His tongue is sinful in so many ways. The way it swirls around your tongue, whenever he sucks your tongue leaves you breathless, his grip on your face is getting tighter and you feel his cock poking your thigh.

So with all your bravery, you put your hand inside his boxers briefs and palmed his cock while he kisses you. Slowly, he began to start touching you softly, running his fingers on your shoulders to your nipples until you shiver at his touch, making you stop kissing him and bite your lower lip. Johnny is amused and happy because you like what he’s doing to you.

While kneading your boobs, he started kissing you on your neck, licking you like you’re his favorite ice cream, and doing soft moaning sounds. He kissed you all over your body, making you feel loved and protected by him as always.

“Is this fine?” He whispered oh so quiet beside your ear and slowly run his finger on your very wet slit. Johnny’s finger slides up very smoothly because of your juices, he got excited because he can make you wet like this. You nod your head ‘yes’ and spread your legs a little more for Johnny and the viewers and with that, he finger fucked you before he ran out of time. Feeling his thick fingers go inside and outside of your cunt slowly. It feels so fucking good.

“Ten minutes” you whispered and kissed him again. You feel his smile in between kissing while he feels you getting near because you’ve clenching and unclenching around his finger.

The alarm on your live started beeping and the live is automatically cut off.

No one stopped when the live was over. You kept kissing Johnny and Johnny made you cum using his fingers. When you finally calmed down, Johnny kept you close and apologized. Until now he doesn’t know if you’re doing this with him because you’re actually loving it, or you’re doing this because he paid for it.

“Warm bath?” He offered.

You giggle and hugged him back like you used to, “we didn’t have sex you jerk.... but sounds good”

He gets out of bed and effortlessly scoops you from your comfort and brought you to the bathroom. The shower with Johnny turned every awkward situation around because he made you laugh the whole time you two were taking a shower. Singing different songs and thinking of what you should eat for dinner.

The next day, you and Johnny are laying in bed together enjoying the quietness of the hotel room like you guys did not do something filthy last night. Lips on your forehead hands at the back of your head, you hear his steady heartbeat and you’re actually happy that he is the one who did it.

You’re not with user chicag0127, you’re with Johnny. Things might take time but what he’s doing for you is heartwarming and stupid all the same time.

Second day

Johnny had a few ideas for day two. For starters, he really wanted to fuck your mouth and cum inside it. But it doesn’t feel right doing it to you, he loves you way too much for a thousand people see him do that to you. So he decided he’ll just tire you out the whole thirty minutes.

Your legs are perfectly spread and Johnny’s fingers spread your pussy lips as he licks up and down on your slit. It’s been a good twenty minutes already and your legs feel like jelly after cumming two times. When he felt your legs shaking and you’re breathing heavily, he stopped and kissed you all the way until he reaches your lips and automatically cups your boobs. You feel his very hard cock poking your thigh like he’s going to put it inside you any minute.

Surprisingly, you feel the tip of his head glide on your slit and you gave him a push as a warning but your strength is nothing compared to Johnny’s. “I will not put it in. Trust me on this” he whispered to you.

Nervous, but his lips calmed you in an instant, you trusted Johnny with his plan and let him do whatever he wants.

He continued to grind and gliding his cock on your wet slit and you are very thankful that you trusted him. You smile when he rolls his hips, you grip Johnny’s shoulders when you started being sensitive and then you don’t know what has gotten into you but you rolled your hips and put his head inside your cunt. You kissed him as you grind underneath him and he did not expect that from you.

He noticed you’re liking it too much, so he stopped then the alarm beeps and you thought he was regretting it. You let out a heavy sigh and covered yourself with the thick sheets, avoiding Johnny’s gaze.

“I stopped because I didn’t want any cameras involved when we do it”

Johnny started kissing your exposed shoulder, your neck, and your lips until he earns a smile from you. “let's go out on a date. A proper date. I’ve been always in love with y/n, and I’m sorry we have to get to this part first. I’m sorry for lying. I’m sorry for using your work to express my feelings to you”

The way Johnny confessed to you is something you will never forget. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more so there's no harm in giving this a chance. You kissed him and invited him under the covers with you, “Let’s have a house date, we can cook. No more expensive stuff please, you’ve given so much money for the past few months” you rake your fingers through his hair and boops his noise.

“Anything for you” he smiled and reached for your lips again.

That night, you and Johnny stayed in the hotel bed and ordered ramen for dinner.

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Hello!!! I hope you love this because I enjoyed making this to the point that I want it to be a full fic but I dont have the time yet :( thank you for requesting! 

[mcyt-imagines]

hi! i’m like 80% sure requests are open but if they aren’t feel free to ignore this! i was wondering if i could get some fundy confessions? like a similar piece of writing to what you did with ranboo? which by the way was very good and your writing is super neat :]

I’m so glad you enjoyed the lil Ranboo confession hcs, I hope you enjoy these just as much! :)

Fundy Confession HCs 

Realising he likes you 

Fundy knows he’s crushing on you immediately. But he doesn’t understand how deeply he cares for you.

Fundy finds himself surprised when he doesn’t have to chase you, you actively pursue him as much as he pursues you.

Fundy usually doubts himself when he finds himself crushing on someone, unsure whether he should pursue them. But with you it’s different, your support makes him feel confident in his feelings.

Sometimes he feels as if he could never confess, scared he could ruin your friendship in case you don’t feel the same way. (Even though you very much do, he just thinks you deserve someone better too)

Fundy spends a lot of time contemplating his feelings for you, mostly in his head whilst the two of you are hanging out. He finds himself zoning out while you’re speaking, his eyes wandering between your vibrant eyes and your gesturing hands, landing somewhere in between, usually on your soft lips. However, if your back is turned to him, he will simply fixate on your hair, his hands desperately wishing to feel it. He knows that it's soft from the few times he’s fixed a stray lock of hair to a spot behind your ear. Basking in the pride he feels when your cheeks tint a soft pink, wondering whether it was real or just a cruel trick played by his imagination.

Fundy often finds himself thinking of you whilst streaming, he’s mentioned you a few times. Not enough to raise any questions about what your relationship with him is, just enough so his chat can try and appreciate you as much as he does when he allows his mind to wander mid-game.

Fundy finds himself slamming into an epiphany late one night when he realises that dating you isn’t about whether he thinks he deserves you but whether you do. And he hasn’t even given you the chance to answer, all this time he’s made the decision for you because he’s too scared of what your answer would be. He makes a promise to himself that night. That you deserve to make that decision yourself.

The Confession

Fundy knows that if he’s going to confess, he needs to make it extravagant and perfectly tailored to you.

This man plans out his confession to you for MONTHS, meticulously crafting props, making bookings, and trying his best to coordinate far away friends. Meanwhile, your friendship continues to strengthen with each night chatting until the both of you fall asleep in lone discord calls.

You know that Fundy has been busy with a project he refuses to tell you anything about, changing the subject with nervous stuttering whenever you bring it up.

You have let it keep you awake for a few nights before concluding that perhaps he finally managed to snag a partner and he was unsure how to tell you. So, the next time you meet up you make a note to drop some hints about knowing what his little project is. This freaks Fundy out instantly. How the hell did you figure it out? And you seem super okay with it? Was he wrong, do you actually feel the same way? Fundy’s head is spinning as you continue your casual conversation alone, “But don’t worry, I can wait. I only want you to tell me when you feel comfortable.” Your words snap Fundy out of his spiraling thoughts as your warm hand squeezes his knee and he forgets how to breathe.

Fundy spirals yet again that night after he gets home. You seemed okay with him liking you? But you didn’t confess either!? What does that even mean!? Fundy groans loudly before stuffing his pillow over his face, wishing that his love life could be easy.

He sets to work the next morning, finalizing all of his plans. When once again, he is struck by another epiphany. You wouldn’t want this. Some big extravagant show with the pressure of your mutual friends watching from the sidelines. You’d want something sweet and personal. That only you and he would understand, or even care about. He doesn’t bother cancelling the plans and bookings, instead of texting you to meet him at his place for dinner. If tonight works out the two of you can still experience the more extravagant side of his confession, but if this whole encounter goes sour it can go sour in private rather than public.

You arrive promptly, as you always do. Happy to spend time with him and perhaps seduce him you dress a little cuter than usual. Hoping he takes notice. He definitely does, and you can tell. The second he opens the door to reveal your frame he’s grinning, a light pink rests at the tips of his ears almost immediately. He is quick to greet you and lead you inside.

Fundy spent all afternoon regretting that he had sent that text to you. As he had to frantically run around the kitchen trying to come up with a meal to cook because there was absolutely no way, he was going to feed you takeout! Normally of course he wouldn’t have minded doing that, but not the day he plans to confess! That’d just be embarrassing. He spent a good thirty minutes deciding on the menu, thinking he’d do something Dutch to show off a little. And then he promptly realised that over half of the Dutch dishes he knew required no cooking but days of prep-work. Which took out a lot of what he knew how to cook.

So, by the time you arrived, he actually hadn’t finished cooking anything yet. And he was internally screaming as he heard your knock upon his door. So, to distract you he invited you into his room for some Minecraft. He repeatedly thanked his past self for furiously cleaning his room even though he originally had no plans for you to come in here.

As you play your eyes wander around Fundy’s room, allowing yourself to be distracted by his nerdy décor. “Creeper!” You scream as you’re brought back into reality as Fundy’s character jumps in between yours and the exploding mob. You gasp dramatically, “Fundy, my hero!” You pretend to swoon, grinning as he chuckles at your antics. “My shield is now practically broken.” He whines, “Take mine.” You drop it in front of him before moving your character back over to the iron ore you’d spotted in the cave earlier. He readjusts himself beside you, shimmying his shoulders as he mutters out a quick thanks. You lean against him softly, “No worries.”

It is at that inopportune moment that he remembers he had been cooking before you showed up. Thank god his oven had a safety feature to turn off after a certain amount of time. He ducks out for a few moments to quickly check on the mess of ingredients he’d chucked into a casserole to find it charred black. He repeatedly slams his head against his countertop as he began to enter both yours and his usual order of Chinese takeout into his phone. “You good with Chinese takeout?” He calls towards his room, wishing a hole in the ground would open and swallow him up pulling him straight down to the ninth circle of hell for his crimes against love. “Hell yeah, I am!” You respond with an enthusiasm that allows him to unclench his jaw and unfurrow his brows. God, you were definitely too good for him. Even as a friend.

Hours soar by with ease as the two of you play, trying your best to speedrun Minecraft and absolutely failing. Fundy does manage to make a nether portal pretty quickly using the lava pool strat. He allows himself to puff out his chest, pride swelling as you cheer him on with a grin. You don’t stop playing even when the takeout arrives continuing to communicate through mouthfuls of rice and complaints about trying to not get grease on your keyboards. Fundy cant remember that last time the two of you spent time like this just hanging out with no pressure from his stupid feelings and you absolutely glowing with joy beside him. He knows you need to do this more often.

“YES! FUNDY HIT HIM! AHH!” With one final blow, the dragon is slain and you finally beat Minecraft. You throw your arms around Fundy laughter bubbling from your lips, his arms grip you tightly pulling you close. His own laughter reverberates against his chest causing you to realise just how close he was holding you. You gulp down your rapidly growing nerves before looking up to meet his gaze, finding his face a lot closer to yours than you had expected. Fundy looks down at you as his cheeks burn a bright crimson and he tries to stutter out the words he’s been dying to tell you for the past six months.

And that’s when it hits you like a tonne of bricks. The bullshit he had been hiding this whole time wasn’t a partner, he wanted you to be his partner! Your mouth falls open in surprise for a few moments as Fundy continues to gape at you. “Holy shit Fundy.” That causes his gaze to snap to yours, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a firm line. “I thought you were hiding the fact you were with someone from me!” You laugh at your own absolute stupidity, hand coming to press high on Fundy’s chest. “Wait, what!?” The exasperated expression on his face only causes you to laugh harder, “Yeah, I thought that’s what you were being super cagey about. Sorry my bad, misjudged that one.”

Fundy finds himself chuckling too, his shoulders relaxing as he does so. “Yeah, a real good read love.” He laughs, your gaze rises at the pet name. “Real presumptuous of you Fundy, I haven’t even said if I feel the same yet.” Your teasing tone doesn’t even stop him as he pulls you even closer to him, pressing your body flush against his. “I think I can read you pretty well now. Not to mention you’ve been blushing this whole time.” He grins into your hair, squeezing you with an unbridled joy you find so contagious. Or perhaps you’re feeling that way because it turns out your crush isn’t actually dating someone else but instead likes you back? 

“B-but like, just checking you actually do really like me-“ Fundy begins, feeling his nerves inevitably creep up his spine. Before he can even finish you cup the back of his neck with your free hand, the other clenching his shirt as you kiss him with all the intensity you can muster. “That answer your q-.” You begin to respond against his lips only from him to silence you, which maybe you deserved. Fundy can’t help but smile into the kiss. Somehow things actually turned out alright. Squeezing your warm soft hips, he ponders who the hell is looking out for him upstairs. But as your hands tangle in his hair, he makes a silent promise to himself he’ll consider praying to them tomorrow.

~Requests are always open!~

[e-jaegerenthusiast]

so this is goodbye

aot manga spoilers (everything + 139 included)

sketch by me (ik, ew)

warnings/tw; angst. heartache. agony 😁

summary; except for mikasa and armin, what did eren say to the others when he came to visit them?

song; visions of gideon-sufjan stevens

note; i was expecting the extra pages for 139 to be this. but oh well, i love them either way— aot has many stories to tell still. cant wait.

it was the least eren could do for him. after being his captain for so many years, making countless sacrifices for him, listening to him. he knew levi didn’t have a dream for himself, he knew his dream was erwin’s dream, erwin’s promise. so he could only guess what else he would like.

Levi flinched, one second he was sitting with the others on that damned ship, on their way to stop eren, but with a blink of his eye, he was sitting behind a bar. he glanced at his surroundings, trying to figure out what’s happening, he was always good at that, he needed to be. it wasn’t a bar, it seemed to be a counter of some sort, he ran his hand on the underside of the wooden counter, yet no dust came off when he brought his fingers to his own face.

the faint sound of a kettle diverted his gaze onto the stove not so far from him, he furrowed his brows, where was he? as he listened to the way the kettle boiled slowly, a familiar voice caught his attention. “hey...captain,” he had heard that voice call him captain one too many times. he didn’t even need to turn to know who it was, yet he still did. wanting to see with his own eye. eren was sitting in one of the round tables with 3 chairs, he looked younger. he looked like the same fifteen year old brat levi taught and looked after himself. his hair short, eyes burning a bright jade, no longer teal like present..present?

levi wanted to beat that brat up so much, didn’t matter if he was taller than him, or held the power of three powerful titans, he wanted to beat him to a pulp with his own knees. teach him how he has wasted his whole life protecting the boy, was war and genocide how he was going to repay him? repay their sacrifices? repay his sacrifice?

all thoughts were dusted away, sucked away into oblivion as eren spoke to him, levi looked down at his own fists, why were they clenched? why was he mad at fifteen year old eren? he was just a kid. “this is your tea shop captain, do you like it?” eren talked with a monotone voice, it felt like deja vü to levi, yet he didn’t know why. he couldn’t tell why his voice didn’t match his appearance. yet there was this nagging feeling in his brain , he shouldn’t be here.

“tea— tea shop? tsk, i don’t own a damn tea shop.” never in his life levi had doubts about anything, yet for once he spoke his words without knowing the truth behind them. eren looked down at his hands, stretching his fingers out before unstretching them again, he let out a sound, levi’s brows furrowed. was the damn brat laughing? or was he crying? he couldn’t tell what emotions eren held anymore.

“y’know captain,” eren spoke slowly as he got out of the table in the corner of the shop, making his way to the counter and sitting infront of levi, “you’re an ackerman. so obviously you won’t buy this stupid fake reality i made to try and condone my actions to you.” eren put a hand on his own forehead, tugging at his own hair, a tear drop rolled down his face, “it’s pathetic really, out of all the others, i don’t have anything planned to tell you, captain levi.” levi’s eyes widened and he seemed to be deep in thought, “it doesn’t matter if i apologize captain, it won’t bring back the lives of our soldiers who died for this, who died for me.”

levi was getting glimpses of memories back with each word that left eren’s lips, erwin’s limp body laying on that rooftop, petra’s neck pulled back against that tree, “i’ve failed you, captain levi.” hange’s hopefull eyes even as she dived into her own demise.

levi’s eye twitched, lunching towards eren over the counter, both of them falling down to the ground with what should’ve been an ear deafening noise, yet it was quite. it was quite as levi’s punches landed against the boy’s cheeks. it was quite until levi broke the silence, finally shouting. letting it out, “why?! why?! why did you do all this?! huh?” another punch to eren’s nose, yet he wouldn’t say anything, his eyelids low as he looked at levi with a grim expression. “god dammit you brat! why?! if you’re the all knowing! why couldn’t you change things? make it so that so many people wouldn’t have to die?!”

‘tell me if there’s another way!’ he had shouted at hange past the cells of his prison. he knew she was going to die. he knew and yet, shouting at her about not being able to change things was the last encounter between them before she burned within eren’s hell. he would see her later, not in this life. but he would cry and beg for her forgiveness as she smiles at him, making jokes about the bang she went out in.

levi’s knuckles were dripping blood now, yet he didn’t feel even the slightest of burning pain. he brought his hands up, the blood dripping down his fingers and onto his palm, painting it red. with a flick of both his wrists, the blood from his palm splattered onto eren’s face, mixing with the blood running down his nose. “this blood,” levi clenched and unclenched his fists, making more blood drip onto eren’s neck. “all of this blood, it’s on you, it’s on me, it’s on us.”

bang! a bullet. a damned bullet. shot by a young girl, a young hotheaded brat that reminded him too much of himself. he had seen it. he knew it was going to happen, yet why? why was he shaking? why was his heart trembling for the potato girl? why did he burst out crying? his own friends family forgetting the way he copes as they accused him of laughing at their friend’s death. how would he laugh? how could he laugh? it was all on him. he knew it. but he had to continue. for them.

with that, levi rolled off of eren, sitting on the wooden floor next to the boy as he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. what was this feeling? he felt it all the way in his guts, traveling up his vocal cords and settling right above his adam’s apple. his lips trembled, his bloody hands coming up to cover his face, to try and mix the blood with the tears running from his eyes. why was he hitting eren?

they wouldn’t mix. his tears were hot, steaming down his cheeks as it burned him. eren’s blood.. eren’s blood had ran cold. blood shouldn’t be cold, levi of all people knew that, having felt it cover his hands and face one too many times. blood was supposed to be warm.

blood. blood everywhere. it was warm, burning his palms, burning his soul. he was just a kid, yet he had just killed two grown men. blood covered his hands, blood covered his soul. he knew he wouldn’t be the same. he knew the girl wouldn’t be the same after he wrapped the scarf around her.

he looked next to him, eren sitting with his legs crossed as they both sat in the center of the tea shop. levi looked down at his own hands, covered in blood, matching eren’s face. he blinked, eren’s face now clean, levi looked down at his own hands again, the blood was gone.

eren got up, holding his hand out for levi to hold, levi sighed, getting up as he used eren’s hand for leverage. “captain levi, i’ll explain everything to you as fast as i can, but you have to promise me something,” levi looked up at him, a sad expression on his face. “you have to help mikasa kill me. it’s the only way.” eren said as his face contorted into his older self, messy bun with loose strands falling down to his forhead. only way to what? it gave levi a headache.

-

levi never wanted to visit that god forsaken island again. he was content in marley, he had made a life for himself. his own tea shop, somehow it looked exactly like the one eren showed him. gabi and falco helped him take care of it, while taking care of him without his knowledge. sometimes he would find himself wishing he could visit eren’s grave, so he stared at the wooden floor of the tea shop, blood passing by his eyes as he wishes he didn’t paint the floors with it when he saw eren. he looks away as he feels a tear sliding down his cheek. that selfless brat.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••

he would always be fighting with the boy, over things that did not need fighting over. but that’s what they say about frenemies, even as they act like they despise eachother, they truly admire eachother secretly. that’s what Jean felt for him. he was jealous sometimes, but mostly out of admiration for the brunette.

he always wanted a peaceful life, wanted to live happily next to someone he loves, he wanted a normal life. he didn’t even want to join the survey corps at first, wanting to thrive in the easygoing state of the military. yet, something about the hotheaded, determined boy sparred him on to risk his life, over and over.

Jean opened his eyes, the sunset could be seen on the distance not too far from the hillside. tall, green spruce trees sat around him, a cool breezing hitting them as he closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath. he was at peace, he didn’t know why but he was comfortable.

he opened his eyes the moment he heard the annoying voice of his rival, “oi, jean,” eren was sitting next to him, hair fanning around his neck. he looked like he was sixteen, but in jean’s mind, he always looked like that.

jean rolled his eyes, closing them and sighing as he laid down, feeling cool grass tickle his ears. “what are you doing here, idiot? don’t bother me when i’m relaxing.”

eren raised a brow as he looked down at jean, a small smile creeping its way accross his lips, “you’re always smart when you’re giving orders jean, what happened now?”

jean opened his eyes again, this time a slight shock twirling in his hazel orbs, leaning on one elbow as his face relaxed a bit, “right. we’re sitting here in your brain or something, as in reality, you’re actually destroying the whole world.”

eren rolled his eyes, a sad smile residing on his features. “listen jean, this isn’t going to be easy, none of this is. i’m just asking you to see eye to eye with me here?”

jean gave eren a sympathetic smile, slowly nodding his head, motioning for him to go on.

eren didn’t expect that, he didn’t expect jean to just sit and listen to his point of view of all people. his face contorted into one of confusion.

jean put his hand on eren’s shoulder, squeezing slightly as he nodded his head again, “i trust your judgment, eren.”

eren could feel tears pool in his eyes, threatening to fall any second, he was quite literally exhausted in every way. he needed a shoulder to cry on, he knew armin saw him breakdown, but it wasn’t enough. he felt like he could cry a river if he let himself. if his pride let him.

there was a heavy weight on his shoulders, the weight of the whole world, the weight of his friends’ and comrads’ lives, the weight of his own dignity, the weight of his decisions. the weight of the past, present, the future.

a single tear rolled down his cheek, he turned his head to the side quickly, wiping it away with his elbow but it was too late, jean had noticed it.

jean frowned, getting concerned as he wrapped one arm around eren, not really knowing what he’s doing.

eren’s body stiffened, his breath getting caught in his throat. jean took the silence as welcoming, wrapping another hand around him hesitantly, bringing eren close to his chest.

involuntary, the next breath eren let out turned into a broken sob, taking himself and jean by surprise as he broke down in jean’s arms, his screams echoing in the mountains and hilltops around them.

after a few seconds, eren calmed down a bit, moving away from jean as he wiped his eyes, hiding his head in his own arms.

jean chuckled, “idiot, did you just cry? what a baby.” he teased. eren looked at him with red eyes, letting out a chuckle, and several after that. playfully hitting jean’s shoulder

after their shared laughter died down, jean took a deep breath, “y’know eren... i never really hated you, i hope that—“ eren caught him off, saying in a low voice “i didn’t either, promise.”

jean gave him a sad smile, tears burning his own eyes as he tried to blink them away, “i know everything that you’re doing is for us. i know the others don’t realize it, but i do. i know it all has a reason behind it, yeah? suicidal bastard.”

eren nodded rapidly, weakly smiling as he spoke “i promise, yes. yes it does, i’m trying—“ his voice shook, “trying to do the right thing here, jean. everything— everything is happening so fast and at the same time and i just—“

jean ran his hand up and down eren’s back, “i know eren, i know. actually no, i’m stupid, and probably not even half as smart as you are. i can’t imagine or even begin to know what you’re going through.”

eren sniffed, looking back at jean with a pleading look in his eyes, “live a long life jean, please.”

jean gave a broken chuckle, “if you let me, yeah, that’s the goal.”

with that they both broke down, their tears not stopping as broken laughs left both the grown men’s mouths, pressing their foreheads together as they couldn’t even tell the difference between laughter or sobs anymore.

“and jean— make sure mikasa’s happy.”

jean tried to speak but eren shushed him,

“please, draw me for her. i know you can. make sure she doesn’t forget my face, yeah?”

“and take care of her jean, make her happy.” he said with a broken sob.

-

he would hug his own knees as he visited eren’s grave, he would talk to him as if he was there, teasing him and calling him an idiot, in hopes he could hear it from somewhere. he would sit in silence, covering his own ears occasionally. suicidal bastard, he thought as he would repeat their conversation in his head by the hillside as the sun rose.

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Connie was always the goofy guy of the group, he’d make eren laugh a lot when they were together. his compassion being shown with jokes and snarky comments here and there.

they were really good friends, eren didn’t know when connie stopped being his goofy self, he didn’t know when he stopped making jokes with him. he had forgot it all, his memories like broken fragments of glasses all messed up in his head.

maybe it was when sasha died, when connie was left alone and broken. when he lost his twin, his other half. when he looked eren in the eyes with horror swirling in them instead of humor, tears rolling down his cheeks as it seemed all of the color from his face was drained and thrown off that damned airship.

maybe he lost all hope in eren then, maybe he thought of him as maniac, a complete psychopath who would laugh at his own family’s death.

little he knew all that eren was going through for them, little he knew all the things the young boy had to endure just because he was born into this world.

hot embers of fire swirled around in the cold air as wind blew, it was silent, peaceful. connie looked around himself, the crackling fire burning brightly on what seemed to be a rocky side of the beach, the sound of waves crashing against nearby stones filling his ears.

he looked up, sky littered in twinkling stars that seemed to be winking just for him. and not long passed before he heard eren’s smooth voice, mildly startled as he looked next to him.

eren was sitting there, staring up at the stars as each of them seemed to twinkle in his emerald green eyes, he looked fifteen, like when they first became friends. like when he would hear his stories and be impressed by the brave boy that wanted to take on all the titans by himself.

“hey, connie, why do you think starts die?”

connie chuckles, “i don’t know, they get sick?”

eren raises his brows, “well, kind of, yeah.”

eren sighed, “fine i’ll tell you, you’ve always been bad at riddles anyway.”

connie pushed him with his elbows slightly as he rolled his eyes.

“they die out, one day they just... get tired and exhausted of shining. even though they look really pretty, they die too.” eren sighed.

connie frowned, slowly realizing where he is and why eren is there. he looked at eren with wide eyes.

eren turned to him, eyes pleading as he spoke, “i’m sorry about sasha, connie. i really am. i swear i couldn’t stop it, if i could, i would. it’s not like that it’s—“

connie stopped him, startling the boy as he hugged him. “it’s okay eren. she would forgive you.”

eren smiled, another tear rolling down his cheek, god dammit.

“your mom can be saved, i’ll save her. i’ll do it connie. live a long life with her.”

-

he would smile at the sky constantly, always staring at the starts as they twinkled down at him, he knew eren was one of them. he hoped at least. “my mom did live eren, thank you.”

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eren would look up to Reiner like his own older brother, like his mentor. times were he fell on his ass during training, reiner would be there to pick him up. to always lend him a hand when he needed it.

he didn’t know he would have to go against eren numerous times, every battle of theirs ending with both of their titans beaten down and their souls exhausted, never really having a clear winner.

reiner hated that part of himself, that part that thought of eren as a younger brother, as an ambitious kid that was too goal-driven for his own good.

he also hated the part of himself that longed to kill eren, to finally fulfill his task that made him lose bertoldt, to finally have that weight off his shoulders. to finally be at peace with his family.

in conclusion, reiner hated all parts of himself. he wanted to put an end to himself, yet he couldn’t do it, he was too cowardly, and he also hated himself for that.

the sound of a river could be heard in the distance as reiner sighed, his head aching and not knowing his surroundings, he wasn’t supposed to be here. he was supposed to be fighting. fighting for his life, fighting for other’s lives.

“oh, reiner.” eren’s voice startled him as he looked to his side, eren’s hair long and facial hair on his face was bringing deja vu to reiner. if he weren’t terrified that day, he would be impressed by how much eren has really grown.

reiner sighed, nodding his head in response. “help my friends, they were once yours too. they still are, reiner.”

reiner felt a stinging in his eyes, yet he couldn’t tell what it was as he looked at eren, nodding rapidly, “i am. i know. you were all my family too, eren.”

reiner cried, eren having a sad smile on his face as he watched him. “i want you to live a long life reiner, just like all of them, okay? please don’t end it yourself.”

reiner’s hands shook as he looked at eren, “i’m not even half the man you are eren.”

“you looked out so well for all of us, i promise i will too, i’ll take care of them, bro.”

“good.”

-

he never thought suicidal thoughts anymore. he stopped hating himself for everything. he would visit eren’s grave with a smile, thanking him under his breath quietly, checking in on all of his friends more and more as he found his true self.

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Annie didn’t feel much towards the boy, he thought he was a hotheaded idiot who was going to meet his end by annie herself.

yet she was wrong, he was way stronger than she thought. and she admired that.

annie blinked, warm sun dancing on skin as she stood up, she was surrounded by flowers, the smell of colorful tulips filling the air with the soft breeze.

she walked through the field, closing her eyes as she breathed in the scent of the flowers, calming her senses.

when she opened them, eren was standing infront of her, hair short and physique small as he looked just like the last time she saw him, the last time she tried to kill him.

“long time, annie.” he mumbled, his hands inside his pockets as he walked closer.

annie clenched her fists by her sides, taking a deep breath as she looked at him, and then she realized it.

she realized where she was and how she was one of the many people who started this. who turned eren into this, a frown sat on her features as she started panicking, wanting to scream.

she felt eren’s hand on her shoulder, calming her breathing slightly and taking her out of her trance.

“calm down, annie. it’s okay, it’s not your fault.”

“i’m sorry, eren.”

eren gave her shoulder a squeeze, reassuring her as he gave her a soft smile, “take care, annie.”

-

she kept the ring, it reminded her of eren, the only stupid little thing reminding her of all the hardships she’s had to overcome, all the things eren had to overcome as she was frozen in time in that damn basement. she would live her life to the fullest now. his sacrifices wouldn’t go to vain.

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and so, even if war continues, even if all eren’s sacrifices barely made a dent in history, at least his friends were thankful. they were thankful as they lived long lives without no longer having to fight for it constantly. thanking eren and holding him dear in their hearts at all times.

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