#the two fics i just read were so cute i was actually reduced to tears

[goofyjelly]

in actual tears over a Columbo fanfic yall

[hertzwritings]

Dirty, little secret

A/N: I’m slowly, but surely making my way through my prompt-list for the month of May! There’s still some left to choose from, so get your cute little butts to the list and pick out what you’d like to see! I hope y’all will enjoy it, because I sure as hell loved writing it!

Prompt: “Did you not notice me flirting at all?” “You’re very hard to read! “It’s been TWO YEARS!”

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 Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plus sized!Female reader 

Contains: Language, fluff, sort of coworkers to lovers, straight, pure fluff to rot your teeth on such a fine Thursday, Henry being an absolute SNACK

 W.C.: 2.277

 Dirty little secret

  It wasn’t that Henry didn’t know he was attractive. Hell, he had even used it a few times to his own gain; a smile, a wink here and there, and he’d mostly get what he asked for. Sometimes even things, he didn’t ask for.

But Y/N had been completely unfazed by him – you had smiled softly right back and looked very confused, when Henry winked at you between sets. That had been two years ago, and he was growing pretty annoyed that you were so hard to fluster. It had become sort of a habit to him to try and flirt – at first, it was just to see if you picked up on it – but now it was a battle of will.

He liked you. Actually, he had mused to himself during a night-shoot in frigid temperatures, when he saw you hand out homemade hot cocoa from your own thermos to every, single person working that night, he might be in love. You were easy to be around. You always carried yourself as if you were being lifted by gentle winds, your smile was infectious and your laugh, God, don’t get him started on your laugh. It was insane, the power you held over him.

It hadn’t made it easier when you became friends – of course, it was pretty inevitable, seeing as you were both regulars on The Witcher and had been since it started – and you were just… Perfect. You had baked him a birthday-cake, for crying out loud. With not enough candles, which you had told him was to his own benefit, so he didn’t think about how old he’d gotten. You were fucking beautiful, too. In such an unassuming, very unrecognized way. He had told you once that he thought you were stunning, when you wore that damned bottle-green dress to a red carpet, but you had blushed and told him, he didn’t need to lie. You were used to it. He didn’t understand that at all. To him, you were delectable, if he had to chose a word to describe you; round and luscious, curves and thighs that made him want to bury his face in you – all in all, he had to compliment himself on his sheer willpower, when you asked him to held you hook your damn garter-belt back to your thigh high and had hoisted your dress up just enough. His fingers were burning for days afterwards with the memory of your warm, soft skin under the pads of them.

 And now, he was staring at you as you laughed your head off with Anya, tears welling in your eyes. He barked a laugh out when your makeup-artist scolded you with a stern face. “Laugh it up, Cavill, you’re the one getting covered in goo.” You shouted at him, and fucking winked at him. He might die from a heart attack these days. “Be careful, or I’ll cover you in goo.” He yelled back, and practically felt his toes retreat into his body. Flirting was normally not an issue for him, but with you, he was reduced to a teenager, apparently. You didn’t mind, throwing your head back and laughed loudly, a cute little snort following. “Sure, thing, darling, bring it on.” He tried not to let the thought of you covered in something else entirely get too much to him.

 It was like a dirty little secret, how much he wanted you.

 When it came to press-tours, the PR-team had decided that you were the only one who could handle interviews with him. They had been very vocal about the fact that Henry and Joey would be a match made in hell, that Anya and Freya had way too much chemistry to try and separate them; and Kim and Joey were simply perfect for co-interviews. Right bastards, really, because they – especially Joey – had made a very big deal out of a little crush. Joey was constantly wagging his stupid brows at Henry, whenever he talked to Y/N, while Kim gave Henry a stern “dad-talk”, threatening to cut each of his limps off, starting with the one between his legs if he ever as much as curled a hair on Y/N’s head. And then the teasing had begun. You had been none the wiser, simply thinking it was all in good fun, but oh lord, those two were absolute menaces.

So, that’s why you were seated next to Henry in a way too small couch – he wasn’t sure if it was actually small, he was big or he just felt like he was touching all too much of you, when your PR-manager came over. The PR-team had even gone as far as saying that you two had extraordinary energy together, and that had sealed the deal, apparently; Henry wasn’t exactly opposed to the energy you had with him, but he was, however, very concerned about the fact that his heart was beating out of his chest.

 “You know, I can hear your gears turning, Henry.” You mumbled, nudging his shoulder. “All good?” “You’re next to me, why wouldn’t it be?” He said with a grin. You bit your lip. “You’re absolutely insane.” “About you, yes.” You rolled your eyes. “Reel it in, Casanova, save it for the ladies.” “Are you not a lady?” He couldn’t help the grin on his face; this was the first time you’d willingly entertained a conversation that started with flirting, although he suspected either it was nerves or you just being blissfully unaware that it was actual flirting. You were about to answer when the interviewer came into view. “I’m so happy to meet you both! I’m such a fan, Y/N, your last independent movie? It was an absolute joy to see.” Henry grinned at you. “Aw, thank you. I’m glad someone likes my weird movies.” The interviewer grinned, and Henry didn’t miss the way her eyes flicked to your arm, which had somehow linked around Henry’s. “Alright, are you guys ready to get the show on the road?” “Sure are.” Henry replied, smiling softly. He didn’t want to think too hard about the way your thumb rubbed circles on the crease of his elbow, or he might lose all remembrance of speech.

 The interview was pretty clean, nothing out of the ordinary. He liked hearing your answers, as he always did, and he answered gracefully himself, whenever asked. “So, there’s some rumors going around.” The interviewer said, a wide smile on her lips. “There’s plenty of those, I imagine.” Y/N answered and laughed. “Remember the rumor about Jaskier secretly being a Witcher?” Henry nodded. “Or the one about Yennefer somehow being Ciri’s mother?” henry asked, and you both laughed. “While those are all good, this is actually about the two of you!” The interviewer said, straightening her back a little. “Oh, boy.” You swallowed thickly. You had told him at a wrap-party that you always feared the rumors; you were a little intimidated by the rumor-mill, and, you confided, worried that most of them was about your weight equaling your success and or talent. Henry found it ludicrous; you had more talent in your pinky than he did in his entire body. He untangled his arm from yours, and slowly, almost secretively, wrapped it around your waist, pulling you a little closer to him.

“I don’t know if you’ve seen the many videos about you two?” You both shook your head. “Oh, wow, you need to!” The interviewer grinned. “There’s a lot of compilations of you two, most of them titled something along the lines of Henry being in love with Y/N for five minutes straight and…” The interviewer looked at her cards. “Y/N being unaware of Henry being a lovesick puppy for ten minutes straight.” She laughed a little. “Wow, I didn’t think…” Y/n trailed off, looking to Henry for help. He was happy to do so. “Me neither. I mean, we’ve seen some of the ones with Joey and Anya, mostly because Joey is a narcissist who loves when people talk about him…” Henry laughed. “But we didn’t know people made them about us.” He willed the stupid blush to disappear from his face.

“Well, there’s plenty. I was just thinking, and judging by the videos, so are your fans, is there any truth to it?” You laughed. “Oh, no, we’re just friends.” Henry frowned. “Hey, now, that’s a little presumptuous of you to say.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me?” “Well…” he smiled. “I’m just saying, you can’t really just speak for the both of us.” You chuckled. “Do you have a thing for me, Henry?” You asked playfully, clearly expecting him to laugh along. He supposed no time was like the present. “Yes.” You coughed, choking a little on your own spit, while the interviewer breathed out a oh my God – she was about to hit the damn jackpot with this. “I’m sorry?” You stared at him with wide eyes. He shrugged. “Yes. I have a thing for you. Several, in fact.” You spluttered. “But I… Y-wh…. What?” He smiled and turned to the interviewer.

“I think we’ll round out, if that’s alright.” She nodded, dumbfounded, and Henry stood, pulling you to your feet, saying your goodbyes and then dragged you to the green room, where he locked the door behind him.

“Henry, you can’t joke about…” You began. “I wasn’t joking. Why would I joke about that?” He asked as an afterthought. “I don’t know! Just… Maybe to get me… I don’t know.” You grumbled and sat down heavily in the chair next to the desk full of fruits and snacks. “You… Seriously have a thing for me?”

 “Well, yes… Did you not notice me flirting at all?” You shrugged. “You’re very hard to read.” He groaned. “IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS!” He said in a loud voice. You looked to him.

“Wait, so… All those weird comments about… Like… Goo and all that, that was true?” You asked with the hitn of a smile on your lips. “Oh, the goo-one… Not my best.” He said, blushing at the memory. “But yeah, all in all.” “Oh, my… So, at your birthday, when you said you’d be happy to grow old, if I was next to you, you weren’t like… Making a weird nursing home reference?” You asked in a breathy voice. “No. I honestly thought that was enough to make you understand what I felt, but you are willfully ignorant, sometimes, my love.” He said, sitting down in front of you – he was kneeling, his large hands splayed out on your thighs. “My best friend calls it romance-selective hearing.” You giggled, your eyes locked on his hands. “Darling, I’m serious. If you had been paying attention, you’d have noticed how much I look at you. Want to be near you. How badly I want to just…” His grip tightened on your thighs. “Anyway, yes, I do feel… I have a thing or a million for you, but who’s counting?” He said with a soft smile. “I cannot. With you. Like… This. Dude, you’ve dated people, who are the size of my wrist.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Is that what you’re worried about?” You nodded once. “Love…” He gently put two fingers under your chin and had to physically restrain himself from attacking your lips right then and there, when your eyes landed on his and a tiny, little, very sensual whimper tumbled from your lips. He would store that information for later use. “I really couldn’t care if you were the size of a tulip or a whale. I like you for you, and I think you’re absolutely beautiful. Seriously. I still dream of you wearing that damned green dress…” he smiled at you. “I mean it, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my hopeful eyes on, and it has been torture to try and get you to understand how badly I want you, when you clearly didn’t care too much for my flirting.” You grinned at him. “I guess you’ve lost your flair, Cavill.” He leaned in, testing the waters; your breath hitched, and he assumed it was safe enough to press his lips against yours softly.

At least, that’s what he intended for it to be, but he was surprised by your reaction; you gasped against his lips and threw your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss instantly. He groaned and stood, simply pulling you with him, until your feet didn’t touch the ground anymore, and you wrapped them around his waist. You kissed hungrily, both of you trying to keep your hands to yourself. It was a public space, after all. You pulled away with a sigh and he lowered you back to the ground.

He never realized just how much he towered over you, until he had to – oh no, how awful – lift your head with two fingers under your chin again, that delightful little whimper coming right back. Your lips were swollen.

“Lost my flair, have I?” He asked, his voice hoarse. You grinned, and that beautiful smile could light up any day, night or life for him.

“I suppose you haven’t entirely… That depends, though.” He kissed you again, holding back, so you wouldn’t end up doing something stupid, like screwing in the middle of the green room. “Depends on what, love?” He kissed your forehead, simply not able to resist having his lips on you in any capacity.

 “How much you like pizza, lord of the rings and how well you cuddle.” He smiled brighter than the sun, clasping his hand with yours.

“I am going to snuggle the everloving shit out of you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

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[arminsleftnut]

hi!! i’m so excited to see a blog that writes for death note, it’s become a recent hyperfixation of mine and i can’t find any good fics!!! 💗💗💗💗

could you provide some nsfw content for L? any is fine really, hc’s or a full drabble if you’d like!! i’m desperate for L content lol 💗💗

YES oh my god of course 💗💗 deathnote is one of mine too (i rewatch it like once a week) n L is my major comfort character. i did a kinda cross between a drabble and headcanons for this! I hope it’s what you were looking for <333

CONTENT WARNING: smut (MDNI, 18+), female-bodied reader (gender-neutral pronouns), fingering, begging, mild pain kink, overstimulation, L being .. himself and also mildly obsessive, voyeurism (read: L is a creep misa was right), slightest bit of dubcon if you squint, masturbation, pillow humping, dom!L and yes i will die on this hill, sub!reader, L is actually a little mean in this one, dacryphilia, thigh slapping, fluff at the end if you squint, let me know if i need to add more!

i.

being physically intimate with L was something you never really considered when you first got together. you weren’t even sure sex was something that was on his radar; he had so many other things to think about, and physical pleasure seemed like something he didn’t pay any mind to.

and you were right— for the most part. it’s not something L ever stops to consider. it’s not that he’s necessarily disinterested, it’s just never been a priority. he usually just takes care of himself when the urge arises.

with you here, though, it’s different. he’s not alone anymore, and your own desires are something he assumes he needs to factor in, and as many times as you assure him that it’s completely okay if he doesn’t want to have sex, that you can take care of it yourself and it’s a nonissue, he’s still . . . curious.

he’s seen you before on the monitors; those times late at night when everyone else has gone to bed and you forget there’s cameras everywhere, that he can see everything you do. he watches you as you’re spread out on the shared bed he rarely sleeps in, slipping your fingers in and out of your little cunt, your mewls and soft whines carrying through the speakers and shooting straight to his cock. he wonders if it’s wrong to watch you like this, but even as he ponders if misa amane was correct, that he is a pervert, he still doesn’t tear his gaze away from the screen. there is the possibility you hadn’t forgotten about the cameras at all. perhaps you wanted him to see.

he doesn’t say anything, less to save you any possible embarrassment and more because he’s found that a subject is least genuine when they know they’re being observed. it’s human nature, he knows, to alter yourself beneath the lens of others, to hide, and he doesn’t want that. this is a side of you he hadn’t considered might exist— an obvious oversight, and one he aims to correct.

that was how L always was. he loves you, yes, you can say that confidently. but as quiet and soft-handed a man as he is, his love is not simple, nor is it gentle. like him, it’s invasive and relentless. it’s not uncommon for you to feel somewhat neglected, or that perhaps he forgets about you altogether, but he never does. in fact, it’s quite the opposite. you are just as much a fixation, a complex puzzle to be torn apart and examined as any case, and rarely does a minute go by in which he doesn’t think of you. it’s perhaps not as romantic as you might like, with his owlish gaze pinned on you whether through a monitor or when you’re sitting next to him, picking apart every detail, but you can’t say he doesn’t pay attention to you. sometimes, you think he pays too much.

when he finally touches you, it’s no different.

he watched for weeks before he broached the idea. the hours you spent trying to satisfy yourself, with your hand between your legs or rutting desperately against a pillow— yet you never seemed truly satisfied. it was obvious in your expression, face screwed up cutely in obvious distress, frustrated tears welling in your eyes and streaking prettily down your flushed cheeks. you could only ever take two of your own fingers, he noticed; you’d tried more a few times, seeming to find your own two small ones dissatisfactory, but you could never quite make it, leaving you in a painful limbo that always has you in a particularly sour mood the next time he speaks with you.

the more he watched, the more he realized how truly unsatisfied you were. one night, you spent thirty minutes rocking against your pillow, and despite the wetness that darkened your pretty panties, you eventually gave up, tossing the ruined pillow away from you with a small, frustrated shriek. he wondered why; and more still, why he suddenly found his own hand unsatisfying, and why he could only curve his own thoughts with ones of you on the monitor, spread out prettily.

it was horribly distracting, really. and with anything else, L had to make sense of it.

in the end, he ends up with more questions than answers.

it’s not his fault, really. it’s yours. you’re so fascinating to study, and so eager to let him learn. you’d been so utterly pliant as he pried your thighs apart, stuttering out reassurances that he didn’t have to do this, asking over and over if he was sure. he doesn’t bother to tell you that this wasn’t for you— he wouldn’t be able to think properly until he’d gotten his answers.

there’s none of the awkward hesitation you might’ve expected, no unsure fumbling of hands or knocking teeth. no, L is sure of this as he is anything else he studies, tearing it apart as he sees fit until he’s satisfied with the conclusion. you’re no different, and he’s just as relentless as he always is.

there’s a certain desperate edge to it when he touches you, like he’s trying to tear everything from you by force. he watches you squirm beneath him, mewling and pleading incoherently as the walls of your pretty cunt spasm around his fingers for what feels like the thousandth time (it would seem you can, in fact, take three), and the only thing he can think of is how many more you’ll be able to give him. surely this isn’t your breaking point? no, he knows better, that can’t possibly be it. you can take more, and he tells you so, deafened to your mindless babbling and choked sobs as you try to push him away.

it’s strange that you do that. you get so upset when he actually does pull away:

he has to pin your hands down eventually; clawing at him the way you are is only a hindrance, and it reduces his overall effectiveness significantly. fortunately, you seem to learn quickly, responding especially well to a sharp slap to your inner thigh. (he isn’t sure if it’s a carrot or a stick, given the way you clench around his fingers when he does it. regardless, it works, so he does it again).

it really only occurs to him to stop when your body seizes again, this time falling entirely limp, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. he might’ve worried, but your eyes flutter open only a few seconds later, and it’s then that he considers that you might be rather exhausted.

“are you alright?” his voice is quiet, hoarser than normal, and uncharacteristically gentle. he cocks his head at you, the puppy-like gesture such a stark contrast to the delightful hell he was inflicting on you only moments before that you can’t help but giggle tiredly.

at your assurance that you aren’t on the verge of collapse, not anymore at least, he takes time to clean you up, his touch feather-light and familiar in its softness. he lets you cling to him, winding his awkwardly long body around you in a sort of cradle, tucking your head beneath his chin.

he counts the minutes until you fall asleep, measuring your breaths against his own. as much as he enjoys tearing you apart to see what’s inside, there’s a strange satisfaction in putting you back together again.

this is my first published smut i apologize in advance.

[light-yaers]

No Saints: Chapter Two

This content is explicit and is 18+

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, violence, implied effects of PTSD, death and explicit language.

Read on Ao3 here | Fic Masterpost

Word Count - 5.7k

Chapter Two

If the time without Mando for those three weeks had led you to a mad sense of loneliness, the days after your previous encounter with him had driven you to insanity.

You woke the next morning with a start—the dream you’d been having was more than you’d ever bargained for. You cursed as you sat up in bed, bringing a hand down to between your thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” You let out breathily, before you had to laugh at yourself to move on from the absolute embarrassment that your own body had put you through. You showered immediately, indulging in the flood of hot water more that morning than you’d ever done previously.

You had to stare at yourself in the mirror afterwards, noticing the blush on your cheeks that was still present from the night before. You pointed at yourself sternly, towel wrapped around your uncontrollable body.

“Snap out of it—stop it,” You told yourself.

Never before had a man reduced you to a puddle with a single touch—of your legs. It wasn’t even anywhere remotely private, just the upper portions of your thighs. But that bottle; he’d known what he was doing, placing it almost harshly in the crevice closest to the most vulnerable asset your body possessed. Pushing your thighs together afterward had been the last straw. If he’d lingered, you wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d erupted just from the tension in the room, just from the involuntary clenching that your legs were betraying you with.

Mando would never find out about that dream, over your dead fucking body. You could almost imagine his reaction; the subtle chuckles from beneath his helmet, transforming into something else as he inched ever closer towards you, sprawled, ready—

“Kriff!” You yelled into the mirror. You shook your head a few times to get the image out of your head, before vowing not to go there, at least until your workday was done.

You grudgingly got ready to open up shop, checking inventory and wiping down your work desk. You wished you’d somehow dragged him to your bedroom instead the night before; seeing the desk in daylight only increased the tightness in your gut. Dank farrik... today wasn’t going to be easy.

But you endured.

You repaired blaster after blaster, adding modifications to old models and polishing until you thought your fingernails would fall off. You wasted no time over the blunt conversations with hunters, only saying what you needed to and waiting to get paid.

This went on all week. The same old grind, the same desperation within your gut. You tried to stay focused and productive, not stopping even for a minute, since your mind would immediately float back to the Beskar clad hunter if you did. You found yourself in your firing range a lot more often, choosing to practice and keep your mind straying from thoughts of him—

Thoughts that, despite the one-track mindedness of your pulsing heart, also ended up travelling to softer realms. You wondered if he was safe, if he was okay. You wondered if he was well-fed, well-hydrated, well-rested—

You wondered if he also felt the loneliness of his solitude more so after your last encounter. Stars, you wondered if he missed you.

I feared continuing to visit you would become a habit I could no longer break...

Oh, man. That sentence alone reduced you to a red-faced mess, but more so towards the gentler side of things. Mando had a heart, that was certain—he also had a cock, that was definitely certain. You slammed your fist on your work desk, making yourself jump at the sudden display of utter madness.

You’d never had to cope with this level of sexual frustration, but stars, it was real. You’d never been bothered, not really. Nevarro had been sparse in offering you that kind of intimacy, but you’d had it occasionally. A few visiting hunters, here and there, taken in by the immediate attraction of a cut-throat killer and the intelligence of a woman mechanic such as yourself.

But nothing had ever come of them; no weekly visits, no long term plans. You didn’t particularly want anything either. Having attachments only existed to make your life a lot more difficult, especially given the nature of most of the people you’d acquainted yourself with over the years.

There was no telling when they could accidentally mess up and never come back to collect their pay from Karga.

You realised that was why Mando had been so reluctant to return, after your small confession of enjoying his company. He, too, knew what his job entailed. God forbid, he never came back. God forbid, you were killed in your own shop. It was a definite possibility, but one that you didn’t often allow yourself to conceptualise.

You were too lost in thought to notice someone walk into the shop, but when you finally looked up, you immediately restored yourself to a professional.

“Can I help?” You asked, not wasting time to give him a smile. He was a young man, probably no older than yourself. His outfit was typical of all first-time Guild members; too big for their boots, too cocky looking with the way they peered around a room. They were the worst customers by far.

He sauntered up to the desk, slamming his blaster down and hardly meeting your eye. “Cartridge needs replacing,”

“Six hundred credits,” You said in return, not bothering with any niceties. “Upfront,” You added. Immediately he rolled his eyes, but nevertheless dug into his deep pockets.

“Seems a little pricy, don’t you think?” He perked his brow at you, finally meeting your eye, only to send you a playboy smirk.

“If you don’t like my prices, change the cartridge yourself,” You offered bluntly. He scoffed, going to place his credits on the desk, but he stopped abruptly. You sent him a questioning look, before he fully retracted his hand and put the credits back in his pocket.

“Four hundred,” He offered up. Your eyes widened immediately, as laughter burst from the back of your throat. You couldn’t stop the chuckles from escaping your mouth, all the while his face was dropping ever so slowly into a scowl.

“You’re really trying to haggle with me?” You let out, but your voice was already turning more poisonous. You got paid fucking pittance with the amount of work you actually got around here, and this fucking kid was really trying to undercharge you even more? No. Not fucking today. “Get out, kid,” You said, scowling at him warningly. “And good luck getting a cartridge change on this kriffing planet without me,”

He gulped worriedly, and you knew you’d got him. He started shuffling in his pockets again, getting out his credits once more.

“Okay—six hundred—,” He gave in.

“Eight hundred,” You interrupted. His face utterly dropped, revealing some of the wimpiest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen on Nevarro. This kid was lucky he hadn’t been beaten up in the bar already. He smelled like Daddy’s money and cockiness. “For that insulting attempt at a haggle, eight hundred. Upfront,”

You saw him struggle against the rising anger in his throat, just waiting for him to either explode, or hand over the credits like a good little boy. Either way, you were prepared for a fight. It’d been a while since a newcomer had challenged you; and you liked a challenge.

He pulled an empty hand out of his pockets slowly, as you watched him with an unbothered expression. He was seething, you could see the red winding its way up his neck—

And then his blaster was pointed at you, right between the eyes.

You let out a colossal sigh, but more than anything, you were sort of thankful. What a way to expel your frustrations this would be. The saddest part was, though, that this kid was just so stupid. He’d come in for a fucking cartridge replacement; that meant his gun was fucking caput. He wouldn’t have been able to shoot you even if he’d tried.

“You’re cute,” You let out finally, noticing the slight wobble of his arm the longer he kept up the act of being threatening. “Go on—shoot me,” You prompted, raising your arms in a fake surrender.

When he didn’t pull the trigger, you made it easier for him. You came out from behind the desk, walking round towards him. He began to falter, backing himself up into the corner of the shop. “Hey—just, wait—wait there!” He yelled, and you did as he said, rolling your eyes unenthusiastically.

“Come on, do it. I’m an unarmed, poor, alone woman in her little shop on such a horrible planet. Shoot me. You’d be doing me a favour,” You pouted at him sadly, taking a melodramatic approach before you knew what your plan would be—

Kicking his ass.

When you saw him falter, just for a second, you chose then to strike. You grabbed his blaster, pulling him towards you as you snapped your elbow down on his arm harshly—the crunch was enough to determine you’d just utterly broken his damn arm, but his screams were even more so in that favour—

He let out an excruciating groan, tearing up suddenly and dropping his blaster to the floor as his hand seized up. You pushed him away, hoisting a knee underneath his ribcage as he let out another yelp in pain. He stumbled back into the wall, next to the door, as tears slowly dragged down his cheeks. He was clutching his limp shooting arm close to his chest, taking in deep breaths and letting out wracking sobs.

Maybe I’m a sadist, but fuck this guy.

You couldn’t help but smile, going to pick up his blaster as he continued to whimper at his snapped arm. He lolled himself over to the door, slamming it open with his foot and backing out of your shop. You dangled his blaster in your hands, before fucking launching it at him—

He let out another yelp, ducking out of the way before it slammed right into his pretty boy face. You strode out of the shop, watching him flail about like a fish out of water to grab his gun, before booking it round the corner and probably off the planet as quickly as he could.

“Pleasure doing business with you!” You yelled after him, waving sweetly as the last of him disappeared round the corner of the street. “Prick,” You whispered under your breath, scoffing at the entire encounter with this kid.

Sure, you’d missed out on six hundred credits, but fuck it. Men were so quick to think they had the upper hand, especially the dumb ones. If a bounty hunter was experienced, they’d always have their guard up, no matter what you looked like at first glance, and they certainly wouldn’t have underpaid a Nevarro resident. That was a fucking death sentence. You just happened to be gentler.

“Remind me never to get on your bad side,” His modulated drawl came from behind. Within seconds, your heart was in your throat. You turned to him, trying to ignore the way your face was immediately gaining colour.

You smiled at his helmet, taking him in wholeheartedly. God, you’d missed his silence. It was oddly comforting—not like white noise, not like static, but just the subtlety of his breaths travelling through the modulator.

“He had it coming,” You replied, taking a few strides towards him. “Little shit tried to haggle me for a fucking cartridge replacement,”

“I know,” Mando said. “I saw him go in,” He revealed. Pins and needles spread all over your body with no warning.

“You—saw all that?” You questioned, but by the amused tilt of his helmet, he’d already answered your question. He saw all of it. His visor probably had heat signature capabilities, which meant he’d seen you breaking his arm, kneeing him in his ribs and heard all the rest.

“You can fight,” He said it in the same tone as when he’d talked about your shooting. Like he was impressed. Or proud.

“There’s lots I can do,” You let out, allowing the cockiness of your voice to seep through. It was a joke, just an attempt at a laugh, but Mando took it in a different direction.

“I don’t doubt that,”

You tried not to utterly collapse as his tone turned into more of a growl. It hit you in your very core, causing that familiar feeling in your gut to start back up again, much against your efforts to push it down for the past week.

You headed back to the shop, Mando close on your tail. He shut the door behind him, and the sound of him twisting the lock hit your ears pleasantly.

He often did it, even before the subject of whatever this was between you had risen. Maybe he didn’t want people following him; didn’t want people catching on to his secrets of where the hell he was getting extra information.

“You’re back earlier than I thought you’d be,” You said, trying to spark a conversation like normal, despite the 6ft mound of sexual tension that Mando had brought inside the shop with him.

“I got lucky,” He explained. “Caught up to a runner on a whim. It was an easy fight,” You grabbed your water tankard as you made your way to your usual stool, sat opposite the hunter. “Much like the fight you just won,”

You sent him an amused smile. “He was a puppy. I probably scared him away from Nevarro for the rest of his life,”

“If it wasn’t you who’d done it, he’d probably be dead by now,” Mando added. He was right; others wouldn’t have been so lenient on a fool who ran their mouth like him.

“That’s a nice way of easing my conscience about breaking his arm like a twig,” You scoffed out, taking a drink of water.

“Does your conscience need more easing?” He questioned, and you looked at him plainly. This was a double-edged sword— if you said yes, it only proved that at times you felt uncomfortable about the way people dealt with things here. If you said no— would he think you to be harsh?

No. He kills people for money. A broken arm is nothing to him.

You shook your head sternly. “He got what was coming to him,” You replied. “No one insults me in my own establishment and leaves unscathed,”

Mando settled in his seat, leaning back against the wall. “Good girl,”

Your gut coiled immediately. Fuck— this man. This fucking man. He knew exactly what he was doing with his words, and he knew it well by the way his helmet tilted towards you once again.

You were torn between punching him in the stomach or utterly jumping his bones, but you did neither. You only squirmed in your seat, praying that his thermal sensors weren’t picking up the rising heat between your legs.

The silence was broken by something you weren’t expecting— a groan— from his stomach.

You glanced at his Beskar covered belly then back to his visor, smiling subtly. “Hungry?” You questioned.

Mando visibly tensed. “It’s fine,”

You knew he couldn’t eat freely. That would require taking his helmet off. From the way he’d warningly told you to look away while he sipped at whiskey before, you knew the helmet was a part of who he was. If you were to hazard a guess, you’d say no one alive had ever seen his face—

No one had ever trickled their eyes across his features, his eyes, his nose. Even drinking in the same room as you had taken six months of built-up trust for him to perform.

You stood gently, heading to your work desk and opening up the cupboards beneath. You laid out some basics— bread, butter, some cheese, leaving it on the desktop before you grabbed your favourite blaster.

“I’ll be out back,” You told him. He stood abruptly as you turned to leave.

“You—,” He began, halting you. “You didn’t have to,”

“Just eat, Mando,” You scoffed out. “I don’t want you going hungry in my home,” Your cheeks flushed as soon as you’d finished talking. That was personal—it implied you wanted him to be comfortable, you wanted him to enjoy his time with you.

You nodded at him once, making your way outside to the courtyard and shutting the door behind you. You chose to shoot away your embarrassment; how many times did you have to check yourself? How many times did you have to think back on your words and realise you’d said something stupid?

You shot three times, only hitting one target dead centre. You cursed at yourself, repositioning your feet and forcing yourself to breath slower.

Would he leave if he knew you were starting to care for him?

You shot once, missing the target entirely. Fuck. Come on.

Would his guards go back up if he realised that you enjoyed his visits more than he’d ever fully know?

Twice more— you skimmed the edge of the target on both.

“Fucks sake,” You muttered, only getting more flustered as you failed with each blast, instead of getting rid of the frustration within you.

You breathed out slowly, allowing your body to fall into a stance naturally. If you overthought your shooting, you always failed. If you felt it—felt the trigger and the barrel and visualised the blast, you always got it spot on.

But, evidently, you were distracted.

You aimed at the target, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth, but your arm had started to shake subtly—

You felt him behind you before you could turn around. He positioned himself parallel to you, shoving his chest into your back and bringing his hand up to steady your shooting arm. He gripped his fingers around your forearm, twisting you slightly until he was happy with the way the shot lined up.

Your eyes widened when you felt his other hand come to sit snuggly upon your waist. His hand was large enough to squeeze you tightly, balancing you as you realised you’d been tilted to the left the whole time.

His helmet shone in your peripheral, coming to hover over your right shoulder and tilted toward your face. You didn’t waver—you kept your eyes forward and focused on the target before you, despite the fucking urge to look at him—

Stars, it was a strong urge.

“You know how to do this already,” Mando spoke coarsely. God, his voice sounded like butter. It wasn’t helping. “What’s got you this shaken?”

Bastard.

He knew it was because of him. And he was relishing in that fact. Without a second thought, you pulled the trigger—and it missed. Again. You were ready to explode, but instead, you gasped.

Mando moved his hand from your waist to wrap completely around your stomach. You could feel the strength in his muscles, in the way he was hugging you from behind. Your legs started to waver next, as if they’d completely forgot how the fuck to stand up.

“Try again,” He prompted, his voice deepening with arousal. He was enjoying himself. He was enjoying you like this, like a toy, like a game. You imagined his eyes trickling down you from this angle, feeling your pulse quicken as his grip on you didn’t falter. He could definitely feel the shake from your legs; they were positioned just below his groin.

You forced yourself to ignore these feelings, tensing all of your muscles to somewhat numb yourself from his touch, before you fired again.

It missed—unsurprisingly.

His arm immediately moved once more, snaking its way beneath the soft fabric of your shirt until you felt cold Beskar upon the bare skin of your tummy. Oh, fuck—stars. The breath hitched in your throat before you could stop it, as a moan trickled from your mouth involuntarily.

It only riled him up more, as he slammed his body closer to your back. You heard the unmistakable sound of his strained modulated breathing, feeling nothing but his body pushed up behind your own, his hand tightening its grip on your bare stomach and digging into your flesh slightly.

“Try. Again,” He spoke roughly, like it pained him to talk.

You gulped down the need to yell. You wanted to tell him he wasn’t helping. You wanted to tell him to wind his hand further up your shirt, but instead, you were hit with the want to frustrate him even more.

You kept your gaze plastered on the target, but you allowed yourself to don the smallest of smirks. “What happens if I miss again?” You whispered out.

Mando wasted no time with giving you a physical demonstration. He pushed himself further into you, shoving his arm further up your shirt until his palm laid in the space between your breasts. You shivered at the sensation of cold metal upon your soft, supple, skin—skin that was rarely touched by anyone else by yourself.

You couldn’t stop yourself from squirming, slamming your free arm back until you were gripped onto the undershirt beneath his Beskar. You already knew your knuckles were white from the sheer force your fingers had clasped onto him with—Stars, how you’d love to tug off his armour this way.

It was his turn to growl then, as his arm only tensed over your skin. His shooting arm was still and steady as ever, next to the wobbles of your own—you were jelly. And there was nothing you could fucking do about it.

“Hit the target and I’ll stop,” He offered. Your brain flooded with an idea, something to make him realise how fucking bad you wanted this. Abruptly, you swiped your arm upwards to the sky, firing the blaster without any hesitation. It soared up into the air before it disappeared into the approaching dusk of the Nevarro sun.

It was an obvious message; don’t fucking stop.

Before you had the chance to process anything, his shooting arm moved at light speed to grip your inner thigh. You squirmed uncontrollably, immediately trying to shove your legs together, but Mando’s knees intercepted you. He made it impossible to move your legs, boxing you into this stance like a doll.

He was covering you on all sides; your back, your front, your sides. You were effectively trapped in this man’s grasp, doomed to suffer a game of hit the target while your body fought against your attempts at any form of concentration.

“I—,” You began, stuttering through your words and fucking forgetting how to speak, as his fingers started to crawl further up the crevice between your thighs. “Don’t want you to stop,” You forced out, causing a moan to burst from Mando’s lips.

You had to release your grasp on his shirt from fear that your fingers were about to fall off, but that didn’t stop you from moving your hand closer to his waistband. As you struggled to reach around, your hand grazed over his bulge—

Without warning, Mando peeled himself off of you, letting out the most ragged groan that you’d ever heard him produce. He stumbled backwards as his arms swiped away from your skin, until you heard the slam of Beskar against the wall behind you. You swivelled round immediately, still shaking from the fucking pleasure you felt, but you were more concerned about his sudden collapse.

“Mando?” You questioned, rushing forward towards him as he slumped against the wall, but he stuck out a hand, halting you before you could properly approach him.

“Fine,” He breathed out. You saw the strenuous way his chest was inhaling and exhaling, hearing the utter strain of his breaths from beneath his helmet. You let him stay like that for a few minutes, allowing him to catch his breath as you also tried to regain your full composure. Stars—you could feel the warmth of yourself between your legs. You’d bet that you were dripping, and it wouldn’t have surprised you in the slightest.  

Your limbs were still overcome with that jelloid sensation, refusing to move in ways that you were used to and instead forcing you to adopt a sort of groaned hobble. When Mando finally looked up at you, red faced, sweating, breathing calmer and still clutching the blaster by your side, he let out an amused scoff.

“You were right,” He finally spoke. “It’s overwhelming,” He groaned when he got himself up from the wall, straightening himself as his desires slowly faded away. You were coming back to yourself too, feeling the utter amusement of the entire situation.

How long would it take two touch-starved loners to actually have sex, without one of them collapsing before it?

You finally walked over to him, tentatively reaching out to grab his forearm. He let you drag him back to your former position, but without the burning sensation of the sexual tension from before. You gently placed his hand onto your waist, bringing his other to the forearm of your shooting arm.

It was the same position as before, the same stance, the same proximity—

Without hesitation, you fired the blaster, hitting the target dead centre. You relished in the achievement, despite knowing you’d had the ability to do it all along. You took comfort in the fact Mando hadn’t removed himself from you just yet, that he was settling into the nooks of your body, your waist, your lower back, feeling comfortable enough himself to stay placed next to you.

It was a sorely missed sensation, just being close to another human being. You could feel Mando realising this same exact feeling; feeling himself getting used to this level of intimacy once more, with it not necessarily being just sexual, despite both of you having those very strong urges.

“I wonder what had you so shaken before?” He cooed in your ear. You rolled your eyes instinctively, turning around to look at him face on. It prompted him to move both hands to sit on your waist—a new feeling, but one that you both seemed to like.

“Shut the fuck up,” You let out, smiling all the while.

“That’s rude,” He hit back with. You could practically hear his smile beneath the helmet.

“Don’t ask such idiotic questions, then,” You gave him a single smack on chest, not expecting the Beskar to fucking hurt that much. You immediately doubled over, clutching your wrist, before you started jumping on the spot at the tingling pain your hand was throbbing with.

Mando was amused. The prick.

“I tapped you, what the hell is Beskar’s problem?” You stuttered out, waving your hand about and flexing your fingers to avoid numbness.

“It doesn’t like you,” Was all he said, before grabbing your arm and dragging you back inside the shop. He shut the door while you jumped up onto your desktop like normal, dropping your legs over the side, still holding your hand.

“Well, I don’t like it,” You retorted. You looked up at his visor, shooting him a smirk. “I’d much rather you weren’t wearing it,” You let out in a whisper, somehow hoping he wouldn’t entirely hear it, but of course he did.

Mando let out a modulated sigh, heading to sit on his usual seat in the shop. You tried not to giggle at his exasperation, but it was simply comedy gold. This stoic man, reduced to absolute pieces by the subtle graze of your fingers over his, very hard, cock.

“We have time,” He replied, before a tense silence flooded through the shop floor once more. You were exhausted after such a hard week, it was true, and this encounter had only sapped up your last remaining energy. You expected Mando felt equally as tired, slumping himself in the chair and continuing through the aftermath of earlier.

“We have time,” You repeated, feeling a welcoming sweetness to replace the ferocious fire in your gut from before. It was fluttering and warm; it made you feel giddy, instead of ravenous. Mando’s helmet tilted to you on the desk, and you smiled at him smally in recognition.

“I should go,” He let out, almost sadly. “I’m need to meet with Karga,”

You tried not to think about how elated you felt at that fact he’d come to see you before meeting with Karga. He’d landed on Nevarro, fresh from his bounties and ready for more work, and he’d come to you before all of that. Stars, it felt good.

“He’s bad news,” You said suddenly, copying his words from the week before. Mando only sighed once more, before forcing himself to stand and sling his satchel over his shoulder.

“I’d watch that smart mouth if I were you,” He threatened, but you only smirked at his response.

“Oh yeah?” You began. “What are you gonna do about it?” You let out playfully, not thinking anything serious about your choice of words.

Suddenly, Mando stormed towards you, getting in close—he shoved his body between your legs as you sat atop the desk, hands gripping the backs of your knees to keep them secure around his sides. You were taken aback, looking up at him like a fucking rabbit in headlights, while one of his hands came to rest on your chin.

His thumb swiped back and forth over your bottom lip gently, all while you stayed absolutely still. Frozen, pulsing, a bit terrified, but mostly turned the fuck on.

“I like your smart mouth,” He growled out. “But not when I have to leave,”

Stars, what the fuck. You were melting immediately once more, all too aware of the way his hips were pressing into you—you could feel him, you could feel the throb.

You had no control over the way your cheeks fucking blushed. If you got any redder, you would have looked to be dowsed in fresh blood. You ignored the hammering of your heart, the heat radiating from your very body, while you tentatively raised a hand to his helmet.

You placed your hand on the cold, hard metal of the mask he never took off, somehow still being surprised about the feeling of the surface—hard, cold, smooth, perfect. As far as you were concerned, this was Mando’s face, this was what he looked like always.

As much as you wanted to delve beneath the armour, you were also a realist. You didn’t expect to ever see his face, as much as you ached to. You didn’t expect to ever kiss his lips, as much as you craved to. You didn’t expect the Mandalorian to unwind fully with anyone, let alone you—

But beneath all of that, was hope.

“Stay then,” You said it before you could analyse the words in your brain. Mando didn’t remove himself from you, but you felt him tense up. “After Karga, stay here tonight,” You repeated.

You fully expected Mando to retract his grip from you, to leave without a word, but instead he got closer to you. He pulled your legs around his waist, leaning himself down to lean his arms on your work desk, until his helmet was all you saw. You wondered, if you squinted, would you see his eyes beneath?

“I can’t,” Mando said finally, before you felt him pulling away. You took your chance, though, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and bringing your lips to his helmet. You kissed him where you expected his cheek to be, navigating the indents and curves in the Besker, before pulling back and sending him a saddened look.

“Be safe, then,” You gave up, allowing him to leave the safety of your legs, wrapped around his hips snuggly. He looked incredibly reluctant to leave, but nevertheless, he grabbed his satchel, slinging it over his shoulder like you’d seen him do a thousand times—

And he left.

You sat in silence for a while, while the darkness set in outside. You turned no lights on, opting to roam around your shop in almost pitch-black, just for the fucking hell of it. Stars—you’d been fucking blue-balled, and so had he. Both times, you’d got close to getting there, but something always faltered before either of you had the chance.

Not that you thought that was a problem. If anything, it spurred you forward, increasing your fantasies surrounding the inevitable unwinding that you’d give him, or more excitedly, he’d give you. You’d be lying if you didn’t think about it all the fucking time—the prospect of Mando making you cum had plagued you for the better part of three months, but now that this had happened, you were getting incredibly impatient.

As much as you wanted to go full throttle, neither of you could fucking take that right now. Not after so long without being touched, not after reacquainting yourselves with the feeling of sexual intimacy; and, possibly, romance.

You were a hard-skinned woman. Making and repairing literal killing machines was your job. You’d hurt, maimed, injured too many people to remember the exact amount, and you knew Mando’s numbers most definitely topped yours. Yet this feeling went beyond the want to be railed by this man—

Maybe, just maybe, you wanted to care for him, too. You wanted to know his past, you wanted to know about Mandalore, you wanted to know what the Beskar and the helmet meant to him— Stars, you wanted to know his favourite colour.

You wanted him to stay. Even if he couldn’t fathom sleeping in your bed, even if the Beskar stayed on completely. You spent most of your days waiting for him to return to Nevarro and, just this once, you wished you could wake up to him.

Kriffing hell. Get it together.

You were pulled from your thoughts when your foot slammed into a box of parts on the way to your bedroom. You fully deserved it, walking around in a pitch-black workshop like it was easy as pie. You grappled at air to find the doorway to your bedroom, almost catapulting yourself into your drawers, until you finally stumbled across your bed.

You got in, not bothering to strip, or wash your face, or brush your teeth—

You got in and hugged your damn pillow. All the while, listening for the familiar sound of your door being lockpicked, hoping that maybe it would be the Mandalorian.

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God bless ya for providing your perfect takes on Willumity! If anyone hasn't beaten me to it, I would like to ask your headcanon on how their relationship would start, and how do you think thwir children would be! Oh, and on another ship, how you think Boschlow would unfold?

My heart is too full for this, I need to dump it all out into this post

Hmmm, their relationship could start any number of ways. I don’t have a favorite that I can pull from my imagination. My sad angsty polyamorous heart wants there to be a lot of sad tension between all of them (Willow is upset because she can clearly see that Luz and Amity like each other, why would either of them pay attention to her?? // Amity is upset because Luz was able to befriend Willow so easily and so quickly and they were immediately affectionate with one another on the first day they met. They deserve to be happy together without Amity ruining it or having her overbearing last name hanging over them. // Luz is upset because she’s helped Willow and Amity rekindle their broken friendship and watched it blossom into potentially something more?? She’s so scared she’s going to be left behind again. She’s had friends in the past that ditched her once they became closer to one another. Luz is downright terrified that it’s going to happen again. ) [projecting?????? Whose projecting I’m not projecting]

I feel like if anything, the dam would break what with all these unresolved romantic feelings bearing down on them all. I don’t know who would break first, but whoever she broke in front of would let her know she needs to speak to the other two about it ASAP. Because if worse comes to worst, they’ll gently reject you and insist you all remain friends. None of them would break off their friendships with one another due to unreciprocated feelings.

Once they do sit down and confess their feelings for one another they all just. Start crying in utter relief. They don’t have to lose anyone, and even better, they like me back.

RE: Kids? I have no idea. I’ve never been one for fan kids much, I usually leave that to others and appreciate it when someone makes one I actually like. I think the only thoughts I’d have on them having kids would be that these three would be the Most Supportive Parents in the world with an even more supportive network of grandparents. Like. Any kids they have will be adored so much they might accidentally smother the poor thing(s).

I feel like Luz and Willow would insist they have more than one kid (if they do decide to have kids). Neither of them have siblings and grew up rather lonely as a result. They don’t want that for any kids they might raise. Amity is only a little reluctant to agree because she grew up with Edric and Emira, but ultimately agrees with her wives that that would be best.

Oh, and family gatherings at holidays would be so fucking chaotic oh my god. They either need to enlist the help of someone in the construction coven to expand a portion of their house or consider renting out a public space if they all say they’re going to come because there’s just so many people. Absolute Chaos. Luz adores the family gatherings because she always wanted to be part of a big family and now she is.

They tend to stress Amity out only because of the amount of planning and cooking to be done, but ultimately ends up enjoying herself (it’s still weird to see her parents attend these gatherings and playing with her children and wait- did dad just sneak her some of the dessert?!?! UGH, she’ll be awake for hours thanks dad).

Willow also loves the family gatherings but gets easily overwhelmed by the amount of people in attendance. She’s the one that would go one by one with everyone that came and just spend some time with them, catching up until the conversation naturally flows to the next person. She has now idea how Luz can ping pong off the walls with the energy she does, but she’s always admired that about Luz. It also tickles her heart and makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside whenever Luz’s pinballing ends up aimed at her because Luz will always put both hands on Willow’s shoulders, give her a kiss on the cheek and check in with her. Once they’ve confirmed they’re both doing okay, Luz will kiss her cheek again and kinda nuzzle their heads together before she’s off to talk with someone else. Luz does the same thing with Amity and even still after all these years, it reduces Amity to a blushing mess. Anyone around that witnesses it either coos at how cute they are or gags at the display of affection (take your pick at who lol).

You can’t just ask me to switch gears right in the middle of domestic fluff and just rewind way back to potential Boschlow stuff oh man. Let’s see....I personally am a huge proponent of Boscha getting her act together, not related to her feelings for anyone, before she tries to pursue Willow. Whether or not Willow is part of the process of her changing for the better can be up to you. But Boscha has a lot of stuff she needs to sort out before I let her anywhere near my plant daughter Willow.

I actually follow a couple fics dedicated to exactly that. Jackal’s Ladder was REALLY good and has finished! Idk if the author is going to continue it as a series but I’ve got my fingers crossed 🤞. The New Normal is another favorite of mine. It really looks into what bothers Boscha and makes her the bully she is, tears it all down, and makes her build herself back up. And she’s not doing it to please anyone. She’s just doing it for herself. (But then there’s tiny hints of Boschlow on the horizon that I’m super eager for).

All in all, I think Boscha is an interesting character and could have a great relationship with Willow; she just needs to get her shit together first. Idk how it would happen tbqh, but maybe Willow sees how hard Boscha is trying at being a better person? Maybe she sees Boscha doing something genuinely kind to someone else like helping an elderly witch at the market? Idk, something soft like Amity reading to kids that proves that she’s actually doing this “being better” thing for herself and not for an audience that she’s trying to fool. I think at that point Willow genuinely believes Boscha is trying and is encouraging her in her efforts, even going as far as extending an olive branch so they can try being friends. Willow’s curious about the person Boscha is when she’s not a bully. And now that she knows for certain that she’s not lying or doing this for some kind of cookie points, she’s willing to put in the effort.

I think it’d be very fun to watch Willow realize Boscha has a crush on her and then use that to flirt with her mercilessly. Because she does kinda sorta reciprocate those feelings?? But she’s still not certain of them yet. And it’s so much fun to watch Boscha turn the same color as her hair. So until she sorts out those feelings, she’s just gonna flirt relentlessly with her until something changes.

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“Red Lights and a Suit” Kirishima x ENBY Reader // SFW COMFORT FIC

Hey Guys!! This is my first fic- I quite literally wrote it for my partner but if you want some of that comfort Kiri love, THEN COME GET YA’LL JUICE LMAOO

Description: After recieving news at school pertaining to a school dance, Kiri helps lift your spirits.

Pairing: Non-Binary reader x Eijiro Kirishima

Word Count: 2279

Includes: Loving relationship, affection, pet names, hugs, and appreciation.

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"Grab my hand and keep your eyes closed tight, I don't want the surprised spoiled!".

Hesitantly, you grab a shaken Eiji as he steers your blind eye somewhere you've never experienced but, it feels familiar... somehow, but how? Two steps turned into four, four into six, six into nine, and so on.

"Okay- one more step... watch out for the step.. another... a third- OKAY! Open.".

You want to see wants behind these hands but your brain is having trouble communicating with your bones. You're not nervous but... envious, in ways. Finally, after your self-to-self speech, your hands lower to come in contact with a foggy image of-

{BEEEEEP}

"SHIT-" That was all that could leave your lips... well, there was also FUCK, DAMN, ASS, and your personal "I've been awakened into a frightened state" favorite- CUNT!

You turn over to your phone to finally shut off the constant ringing of your most recent anime binge watch's opening credits song- not your favorite- your most recent.

After, the all too familiar urge of procrastination, you finally manage to shut off the CORRECT alarm this time. Even so, shutting off an alarm has never had many benefits besides reducing the antagonizing screech of above the volume music... however, until now, you have never been greeted by a sleeping Kirishima on your screen behind the alarm window.

That's right... we fell asleep on Facetime together.

You're not surprised that eventually, you'd have these moments- you find the idea of him next to you somewhat comforting.

His blood red-like hair falling onto his pillow has always been a pretty sight to you. His pointed teeth exposed to you, no one knows what he dreams, as he tends to forget but- the way he smiles, even in sleep... No, especially in his sleep, is behind adorable.

You could see from the angle of the phone he had his red LED lights on the highest setting, (typical, was your immediate thought), he has self-drawn art of him in his Red Riot costume with "MANLY" written in comically large lettering under, above, or to the sides of each portrait, this is too cute.

Eiji mentioned last night that he sleeps without a shirt on, he decided to give you this information the moment you started to dose off. Fortunately, waking up before him grants you the pleasure of finally witnessing his rock-hard exterior (I'm so sorry.).

{BEEEEEEEEEP}

"CUNT-" told you. Once again you mistake snooze for the off option. You pick your phone up off the carpet, after launching it several feet in the air. Luckily, your side of the facetime's audio is off and Eiji didn't hear the exaggerated explosion of sounds.

Picking your phone up off the ground which was disconnected from your charger immediately, makes your gut sink deep into your ass, your brain catches up to what you're seeing and pushes your body to practically fly into the bathroom seeing as you only have 40 minutes to get ready now.

That seems like plenty of time if you would have actually showered the night before. Rushing back into your room for your towel, you place Kiri on the sink's counter.

Starting up the shower was a difficult task when you're removing your clothes at the same time, you eventually set it to the right temperature and successfully remove your oversized hoodie with boxer briefs underneath with ease.

After washing your body, you manage to carefully launch yourself back into your room to moisturize and get dressed- you place Kiri on your dresser with a view of you after putting on your underwear.

"Well- aren't you glowing Bubbles?". That humbled cockiness in a person's tone can only come from one person and only this person can make you jump out of your skin in excitement. You turn to face him putting on his shirt because, unlike you, he takes a shower the night before to avoid a rush.

"fuc- don't scare me like that Red!". You definitely miscalculated the emotion there because that was NOT fear, it was a sentiment of emotions on how what he said made you feel inside. Nearly dropping to your knees you tighten up your composure and continue with your routine.

"Sorry babes, you do look unbelievable this morning though." Blushing was definitely out of the question, ain't nothing burning through that melanin babes. Instead, your stomach burns in butterflies as you muster up the words...

"You missed a button on your shirt, Red.". Cool, that was cool.

No, it wasn't.

You can see he wants to make another remark but you notice the new arrangement of numbers on your clock.

[7:27 AM]

Eiji notices your expressions and the faster tempo in your steps as you go from rushing to being quicker than the speed of light. As you reach the door you hear Kiri clear his throat in a way to tell you about the one thing you forgot... HIM! Nearly, slipping under your bed you grab your phone in one swift motion and bolt downstairs.

You don't have time to eat the breakfast your parents teamed up to make so you grab toast and a Capri Sun, hug your parents, pet Rubble; your St. Benard, and bolt for the door.

You hear Kiri's radio in his car blare indistinctive lyrics from his favorite genre "Rock-N-Roll" (I'm so sorry.). You finally start to make your way to school where you pass the place you and Kiri had your first date.

As you ponder the thought of the first time you ever saw him cry, the moment you saw him smile, and the day he said he's his happiest with you casts an unbreakable spell around you. A spell you would never want an antidote for.

After a handful of minutes, you pull into the parking lot across the street from the UA entrance and began the new day. You walk past your classmates greeted with the usual "Hey, Y/N!". From Shoji, "HEY KISSES!". From the always bubbly Uraraka, "Alright boo, heyyy- AH, mwah!" from your favorite person in this school (besides Red of course) Mina.

Speaking of favorite people...

"Guess who?" A pair of hands appear over your eyes and an obviously forced high pitched voice lets you know exactly who it is.

"Hmm... Koda!"

"YE- wait, huh?" Kiri stands there confused arms unraveled from you. You turn with a gigantic smirk plastered across your face, eyes slanted, with defined smile lines signifying your humorous poke at him.

"Oh- haha, laugh out loud- super manly of you." You can hear his sarcasm bursting through his lips. You quickly place your arms around his waist giving him the tightest squeeze letting him know without words how much you miss him. Almost as if without any effort, he grabs you and lifts you into the air, wrapping your legs around him you give him an even tighter hug.

This day, like most, was pretty uneventful so, you zone out... as usual. When you finally come to, you find yourself wrapped around Ojiro's tail, who doesn't mind the immense affection. After your third class period, you meet up with your friends in the cafeteria.

Like any other day, you offer to pay for Uraraka who happily accepts; even when she has enough for a meal you still insist. I mean- why not? Kiri always has your bill.

[2:38 PM]

We finally reach last period and the class president Tenya, announces the school's annual Sadie Hawkins dance. [Brief Sadie Hawkins dance explanation: A dance in a tradition where the girl asks the boy out.]

"Well- what are Y/N and Eijiro going to do?" huh.

"How is Y/N going to ask out Eijiro- they're not a girl therefore how will they find a date to go?" Stupidity graced this one early but, embarrassment graced you immediately.

You couldn't form your words properly to explain or defend, you could only leave. Eiji tries to come after you but you signal him to stay there.

"You're such a douche you know that, right?" Kiri says dropping his almost permanent grin.

"LANGUAGE!" Iida screeches while flapping his limbs completely missing his faults.

[8:13 PM]

You sit in your room foolishly stumped by Iida's uncalled for questions. It doesn't make sense, honestly, you would never let Iida's "no thoughts, just speak" way of speech get to you.

You pause your binge of "Criminal Minds" to go down to the kitchen for a quick snack when you see a bright flare of red pass by your kitchen window wrapping around to the front of your house.

Your immediate thought is that this must be a police car making its way to a crime scene- being a hero in training gave you the instinct of potential bad around every corner. So, this was not a threat nor surprise to you.

{My Red Riot❤️ one (1) new message}

You were wondering where he's been all day. You haven't spoken to him all day, you even tried texting him, and you were left on read by red (I'm sorry once again.) with no response. You are curious as to what he has to say though.

{My Red Riot❤️ : Come outside.}

I won't say I'm nervous but I am definitely confused. I make my way to the front door and take a deep breath while turning the knob...

"Hey, Bubbles." standing there in a grey suit with a red tie, red handkerchief in the left chest pocket, maroon shoes accompanied by burgundy calf socks, and a rose pinned to his suit to top it all off next to his Jeep Wrangler with modified red headlights was your Red Riot.

"We don't need a school dance to strengthen our relationship when we have each other to look at and each other to embrace- I promise to never have this become a rocky relationship..."

You chuckle at the very thought-provoking joke. "... I love you Bubbles." How could anyone be so lucky? You can feel the tears forming already as he walks towards you.

Lifting your chin up to face him he asks you one question...

"Can I kiss you?". You meet his eyes, you feel equal.

"Yes- Of course, you can Red...". He lifts your face up higher and your lips meet he has just confirmed that you are equal- more than partners, but lovers.

You don't know where to put your arms, what to think, or what to feel but it doesn't matter. You feel safe, you feel protected, you are loved.

You pull apart from each other for a moment before getting another quick peck before a grin paints his face, it resembles The Cheshire Cat's smug grin. You don't know whether to be comforted or genuinely terrified by the devilish stare.

"Well- aren't ya gonna get dressed?"

"For?". What has he planned?

"For our Sadie Hawkins- Bubbles, DUH!"

"Oh- I mean, um, YES; of course! Our Sadie Hawkins!". You don't know what he's talking about but, You trust what he does. You rush back inside to my room... time to do the damn thing.

After a while of searching for combinations, You walked out the front door in a black turtleneck, burgundy blazer with black buttons and lining, matching dress pants, and black Doc Martens for footwear to a stunned Kiri.

"Wow- you look... stunning, Y/N." You haven't heard him say my name since we started dating, it's such a genuine feeling. Kiri pauses and rushes back to the car, in a hurry he returns with a small box... this isn't a- right?

Kiri falls to his knee and lifts up the box to a petunia corsage that he slides onto your wrist, completing your look. He picks you up and carries you towards the car door where he reaches out his right arm to open it and places you inside with his left.

The car ride is smooth, no bums in the road and if there were you didn't notice- you could only pay attention to Kiri's presence. You feel a breeze sweep your hand and look down to Red's hand comfortably resting on yours.

He's warm and his hand is incredibly soft definitely the opposite of his Unbreakable form. Being with him in this car feels almost sheltering to you, like a second home of love.

While you were off daydreaming, the car stopped in front of Kiri's house. Your door opens to fully red Kirishima, clearly embarrassed by his blush, you don't react to it much. A sharp feeling strikes your brain as soon as his hand gently grasps yours... you've lived this before.

"Grab my hand and keep your eyes closed tight, I don't want the surprised spoiled!".

Right- your quirk of future vision. It feels dreamlike but as soon as it's put into motion you can pinpoint everything that'll occur after the first stage, it helps with catching villains in the act of their crimes.

"Okay- one more step... watch out for the step.. another... a third- OKAY! Open.".

You let down our hands to a bundle of streamers, lights, and a painted canvas of you and Kiri with a message written on the bottom of it "RED RIOT'S REASON TO RIOT". You don't even give yourself time to process before leaping into his arms with a kiss, you both fall back onto his lawn where you spontaneously combust into laughter.

This night has been the greatest you've ever had- he knew your favorite movies to watch, shows to binge, and music to dance to the entire night. He knows you.

"I love you, Red."

"I love you, Bubbles."

⬇️PLAYLIST BASED ON FIC⬇️

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SnK Chapter 126 Poll Results

The chapter 126 poll closed with 1,647 responses. Thank you for your support! This month’s poll results were compiled by @shifter-lines​ , /u/alooulla,   /u/_Puppet_, @manerein and @momtaku.

  RATE THE CHAPTER 1,514 responses

“Rate the Chapter” is a genuine bell curve this month instead of having its more typical overwhelmingly positive skew. While not terrible by any means, the response to chapter 126 was the most lukewarm since chapter 107, and it was the second worse performing chapter since we started the poll.

(Kazoo Avengers theme)

By far, this was the chapter I enjoyed the least, I just hope that the ending feels realistic

Definitely fast paced, but definitely needed to finally kick things into high gear. The Calm Before The Storm…

it was pretty disappointing by aot standards, but the last 15 chapters were amazing, so what am i even complaining for.... i just hope that isayama can write a decent ending.

I feel like this is either one of those chapters that will be more rewarding in hindsight when we have more info or was just straight up moving forward so we can get to the good stuff faster and we will have to suck it up and move on. All in all I think it was a good chapter even if a little rushed.

Easily the worst chapter in years due to the fast pacing, convenient plot developments and cliche and very cheesy and cringey ending page quote.

In the anime they could make a whole episode out this single chapter instead of using two chapters to make a single episode

ISAYAMA GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!! THE SAUNA AINT RUNNING AWAY FROM YOU

Haha pie

  WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING WAS YOUR FAVORITE MOMENT? 1,519 responses

After nearly a year of absence Levi and Hange were finally back in the story so it’s no surprise that “Everything with Levi and Hange” topped the list of favorite moments with 22.1%. “Avengers Assemble” was a distant second with 10.6%. Confirmation that Levi was alive came in third (10.2%).

ONYANKOPON CALLYING JAEGERISTS A BUNCH OF CHAUVINISTS

Pieck and Hange teaming up? Eren better watch out because those two together are gonna KICK SOME ASS!

Hange needs so much more appreciation, she is such a good person. I hope she and Levi both survive this shit.

I loved everything that happened, it just desperately needs some more detail filled in.

I loved Levi and Hange interactions

Annie eating pie is just perfect

It was so good to see Levi and Hanji again and together. They suffered so much, i need an end where they both survive and can have a restful retirement

Glad to see that Connie is still a good guy. Also that he is trying his best becouse of his Mother.

But what Pieck Pieck? The greatest tragedy is that Isayama took that from us, y'know not that Eren is destroying the world or something...

I really loved to see Armin and Annie together!

  WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING WAS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOMENT? 1,507 responses

Talk about polarity. “Avengers Assemble” may have been the second most popular “Favorite Moment” but it was also  the landslide winner for “Least Favorite” with nearly 22% of the fandom selected it as the worst moment of the chapter. “Floch’s Speech” (13.8%) and “The Ragako Subplot” (13.5%) rounded out the top 3.

everyone called them the avengers but lets get real they are a fuckin Suicide Squad

Why are we wasting time on Louise

Avengers Lowcost version

Didn't understand Magath reasons to join forces with his enemys. It felt like some story in between was missing.

Can I just say I hate what Isayama did with Connie's character? I've never seen a character as bipolar in his development

Floch was the only good part....

  WHO WAS THIS CHAPTER’S MVP? 1,503 responses

Hange (23%), Jean (16.2%) and Armin (13.4%) were our top three favorite characters this month. It needs to be said that “Pie” came in at number four with nearly 10% of the fandom selecting it.

it WAS nice to see characters choosing to be their best selves for the sake of others. For that reason, it was difficult to pick an MVP -- but I gave it to Onyankopon because he crystallized so eloquently exactly what I had been thinking since Eren started the Rumbling.

Levi and hange tho

So much Erwin nods!  Yesss <333

Still love my boy Jean!

Some characters are still acting consistent: Jean, Magath, Levi (still not over killing the BT and that's good), Onyankopon and Floch.

Connies growth, Jean's motivation, I'm glad these boys are reclaiming their almost-lost humanity!

Levi. That is all.

Oh, also, I want pie.

  WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE HANGE AND LEVI CAMPSITE MOMENT? 1,494 responses

“Hange suggesting that they live in the woods together” (27.2%) was the favorite campsite moment, followed by “Levi’s words upon waking up” (23.3%).  “Hange sniping while shedding a tear” was third (19.6%))

I'm giving this 5/5 solely for Yams finally feeding the LeviHan shippers some good fucking food after so long.

I ship Levi and Hange. It's so cute when Hange realized that Levi was listening to her/him while pretending to sleep.

Shirtless Levi round two! Wit, you better do the job correctly this time!

We need a Historia chapter but it’s great to see Hange and Levi being back.

  PIECK… FINGER? 1,492 responses

Pieck Finger. Pieck Finger everybody. You know how a common response to trauma or awkwardness is humor? Well 42.6% of you are primarily concerned with how “Pieck Finger” will be memed. 24.7% of you accept the trauma and say you wish she would’ve just stayed “Pieck”, and 20.6% of you are glad she has a last name, but did it really have to end like this? 6.5% of you think it’s a “cool and realistic last name”, and I think you guys scare me more than the people who vote “Snapchat” on the last question every month. More on that later.

"pekfinger" is swedish for "pointer finger" too. oh lord

Back when Pieck was supposed to be a dude, the working name was "Oliver Pieck", at least from what I read on the AoT wiki. I feel like Isayama could have just switched the first and last name around to make it "Pieck Oliver." That would've sounded far less weird.

I know a guy named Buck Ramming. Pieck Finger is fine by me lol

It's an instruction not a name.

Levi sure could use a couple of Piecks right about now heyoooooo

the fact that she got the worst titan and now also the worst name it’s so funny

What kind of a first name is Pieck?

  AS PREDICTED, CONNIE’S ROADTRIP WITH FALCO ENDED AMICABLY. WHAT DID YOU THINK OF IT? 1,498 responses

The Ragako subplot did little for the readers with nearly one-third of the fandom calling it a complete waste of time. The majority (46.2%) were slightly more charitable selecting “It was ok. I’m glad it wrapped up quickly”. Only 17.5% loved the moment. The write-ins were pretty damning.

Good plotpoint, really bad execution

I cringed the whole time.

I liked the outcome, but it was handled too quickly

A complete waste of time: Connie's arc? Sharted over. The consequences about Falco? Sharted over. Possibility to exploit serumbowl or Ymir's memories? Glossed over.

All of this made no sense and it was solved so quickly it seemed unrealistic. YAMS WE NEED PROPER CLOSURE PLS DON'T WASTE MORE INK

Connie changed his mind a bit too quickly, but it was good nevertheless

Connie deserved better writing.

Felt too shallow for how quick it sprung up, needed more development. As it is now, it could've just not happened

I'm glad that Connie hasn't died yet because I appreciate him, but there's been wasted potential. Ymir's memories and Porco and Colt's deaths have been reduced to a single vignette where we can only speculate and write fics.

Missed opportunity to actually develop Connie's character. We didn't learn anything we didn't already know about Connie.

This feels like what the anime did to the Uprising Arc. It happened way too fast and honestly felt like Isayama was just checking it off a list, so to say. Which is honeslty a bit uncharactieristic of his writing. I really hope this doesn't start, or continue, a trend...

  WHICH DENTAL HYGIENE MOMENT DID YOU ENJOY MORE? 1,494 responses

Before I talk about the numbers, I just want to shout out the one guy who responded “Other” and just said “why”. Anyway, a solid majority of you guys’ favorite dental hygiene moment was Hange asking Pieck rude lady questions, which frankly sounds much worse than it actually is. The next most common answer, getting just over 25% of the votes, was Connie’s Master Plan™, followed by “Both”, followed by “Neither!” I still like the guy who just said “why”.

I didn't mind it, but I heard that Isayama did this so he could get a toothbrush merch campaign going lol

Isayama has a teeth fetish confirmed

Holy Fuck what was Connies face doing when he was talking about titan teeth brushing.

Why, just why

Pie

  WHAT DO YOU THINK OF HOW MIKASA ACTED TOWARDS LOUISE? 1,457 responses

The fandom is almost evenly divided over Mikasa’s actions towards Louise. By the narrowest of margins, Mikasa’s compassionate nature took the majority (26.8%). The other extreme, “Mikasa should’ve sucked it up and let the girl be happy”, was second with 26.2%. A quarter of the fandom instead chose to focus on Louise. “Louise was crazy and deserves the cold shoulder” was third (23.9%).

It's not surprising that Mikasa ran out of f*cks to give. There are only so many lives she can value, and right now she doesn't have the time to spare, or room in her heart.  

I don't think Mikasa had any responsibility there, and the scarf is hers. Given its significance, and that she owes Louise nothing, it seemed like the moment was morally neutral.

I really didn't care. Louise is barely a character, and Mikasa had no duty to be nice to a person who enabled and supported a bloody coup just because she saved her life once.

I don’t blame Mikasa. I don’t like and want to spend time with my stalkers either

I felt bad for Louise. She’s dying, let her think you care about her, Mikasa

I felt like Louise is completely obsessional but Mikasa is just as much. To me these kinds of moments show that Mikasa has completely lost it recently

I'm concerned about what this says for Mikasa's character development thus far, and I felt kind of bad for Louise

I'm sick of the scarf back and forth

It actually seems quite obvious to me that Mikasa pitied the poor girl, but there was nothing she could have done for her. Because she simply lacks the time necessary to care for Luise, or change her mind or make sure that she's ok.

That this is about Mikasa’s compassion or lack thereof I think says more about how we feel women should feel. I think it was fine, she barely knows Louise and there is a lot more going on. Louise is a grown woman that made her own decisions.

the most interesting part about it is that Eren asked Louise to throw the scarf away. that's it.

Mikasa already did a good gesture by visiting Louise, no one would ask Jean to do the same with Floch, so I don't see the big deal. Both cases are "protagonist sees themselves in antagonist, and realise how they mustn't become like them".

  WHY DID MIKASA DECIDE TO TAKE HER SCARF BACK? 1,482 responses

“Mikasa wants it back for other reasons” was the selection of nearly half of respondents, since “wearing it” and vague malice towards Louise were the other two options.

Eren wants her to throw it away, so she's making her own decision and going against his wishes on purpose.

I don’t know if she’ll wear it again, but it’s always been her scarf and she’ll decide it’s fate when she’s ready

I think she wants to give it back to Eren.

It's still important to her. She may let go of Eren but the scarf is always gonna be there to remind her of what was and the family she once had.

It’s just simply that it’s hard to throw away a possession you held dear for most of your life. It’d be more out of character for her to throw it away. I don’t think she ever planned on abandoning the scarf—setting it aside was rather Isayama’s way of showing Mikasa’s conflicted thoughts on her relationship with Eren.

Ultimately, Mikasa's the authority on the scarf and it's emotional weight, while Louise was trying to squeeze her own meaning out of it. It wasn't Louise's place to do so, and it wasn't her scarf to take. Whatever is to be done with it, to see it used again, given to someone else, or see it thrown out or destroyed, is a choice only the scarf's real owner, Mikasa, should make.

  THEY FOUND ANNIE BY SITTING NEXT TO HER WHILE SHE WAS EATING PIE, THOUGHTS? 1,497 responses

The reunion with Annie was another chapter moment that fell flat for the majority with only 21.8% expressing approval with it. The majority (31.8%) thought it would’ve been ok if there was more time for conversation and reaction and 22% were primarily bothered by the coincidence involved in the reunion. The remaining 20% found the lazy writing unforgivable.

*sigh*

There was way too much build up just to have it end in a gag. It was cute, but it... just doesn't work?

Are you telling me that every time you talk about Robert Downey Jr. he doesn't just appear right next to you?

Humor was not appropriate in this situation

I fucking loved it

I think it's lazy writing but it made me laugh pretty hard so I'll give it a pass

It was a funny moment but definitely not how I had imagined nor hoped Armin/Annie's reunion would happen

Sitting together like nothing happened before and eat and laugh… are you serious?!! It’s not funny

SNK has always had funny moments like this woven into it, especially when the 104th were still trainee's, and it's nice to see a tonal flashback to the past like this.

Stranger things have happened. Floch's hair, for example.

  WHAT SORT OF PIES DO YOU THINK THEY WERE EATING? 1,469 responses

Fruit. Definitely fruit.

...

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What's the point of this question?? I'm confused

What the fuck is a meat pie?

We're missing PIEces of the puzzle still

  WHAT PIE WOULD YOU SCARF DOWN THAT FAST IF YOU WERE ANNIE? 1,459 responses

Apple (23.9%), and chocolate (16.2%) are our favorite pies, with Meat and “I don’t like pie” tying for third (11.4%). Several respondents were rather vocal about this even being asked. To them I say Isayama is the one who started this :P 

Apricot, you American heathens

Duh. Pineapple of course

I'd be more worried about getting home to my dad before he's crushed by a psycho

Marleyan organ pie made by the Usurper Chad himself!

nectarine pie.... you should try it

Rhubarb pie. Best Pie Ever.

Sweet Potato Pie!

There are so many interesting questions you could have asked in this poll yet didn't, but you're asking about pie?  (A/N: There are so many interesting things Isayama could have drawn in this chapter yet didn't, but he's drawing about pie? )

  HOW DID YOU FEEL ABOUT HITCH BEING LEFT BEHIND? 1,479 responses

While the majority thought it was a good way to write her out (36.3%), there was plenty of disappointment (26.2%) and many who thought it could’ve been handled better (16.6%). A segment of the fandom (18.5%) thinks she’ll be back since there is more she has yet to do.  

Perfect. She is always left behind throughout the series. The continuation of this makes sense.

Does the lack of Hitch means the lack of pies? Because this is unacceptable.

Glad that she'll survive probably, but she was such an interesting character

Annie and Hitch were my new otp, so just sad feels

Hitch is safe from now on. Ok for me.

I felt so sorry for her, because Annie's disappearance reminded me a bit of Hitch's relationship with Marlowe. Once more it seemed like the Survey Corps was taking someone precious away from her, off to an unknown and risky fate

I never had pie so Idk.

  WERE YOU WORRIED THAT JEAN WOULD JOIN THE JAEGERISTS? 1,480 responses

For this question, 21.5% of you were a little nervous that Jean might join the Jaegerists, but a much more significant 69.2% understood the implied fact that the Jaegerists only accept humans, and Jean is a horse, and therefore there was never any threat of him allying with them. You’d think that with like four hundred years of this series being out, I’d think of a better way to make that joke, but here we are. Anyway, the last 9.3% of you think Jean would do more to help Paradis if he joined the Ab Church, which is an excellent parallel to the Wall Church in the beginning of the series, I might add.

I still wish more time was given to the subplots such as more time to stew on Jean joining the Yaegarists

  LAST MONTH 75% OF THE FANDOM THOUGHT JEAN WOULD BE THE PERSON TO TAKE DOWN FLOCH. DO YOU STILL THINK THE HAIRBOWL WILL HAPPEN? 1,463 responses

Remaining in the strong majority, 72.6% of you guys think there will be some sort of confrontation between Jean and Floch, though whether that means you think Jean will be the person to “take down” Floch or not is beyond me. I don’t know. I didn’t write this question, I’m just writing the blurb for it.

I'm still betting on Floch shooting Jean in the head as a punishment for not going along with the flow

take down Floch please!!!! ..

  FINAL WORDS. WHO DID IT BETTER? 1,479 responses

With 43% of the vote, Onyankopon’s... several... words? beat out Yelena’s strong and (mostly) silent type response (which got 33.1% of the vote, by the way) at their “execution''. 23.9% of respondents said “Both”, and while technically “both” couldn’t have done it “better”, I’ll let it slide, because they were both pretty cool, and semantics don’t matter.

Best boy was Onyankopon. We only used to get glimpses of him and finally he has rebelled, showing that he has more guts than some of our main characters.

  JEAN AND HANGE’S PLAN TO ESCAPE SHIGANSHINA HAPPENED OFFSCREEN. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT? 1,473 responses

Three-fourths of the fandom expressed some disapproval of how the offscreen planning of the escape from Shinganshina went down calling it sloppy(18.1%) and confusing (13.9%). Of those, the majority (39%) will be ok with it if a future chapter provides more details. Only a quarter of the fandom completely loved the handling of this.

Even if flashbacks fill the gaps later, they won't make 126 a better chapter.

How did they even communicate? I thought it was all planned between Jean and Mikasa

on the page with the titans marching at night, you can see a figure standing outside jean's window. could be hange coming to discuss plans

I liked it, but I think I like it even more if it's explained in the next chapter(s).

I think he did it that way to add surprise. I feel like lately he has been in general illustrating with a more cinematic eye and by writing the scene this way it will play better in visual media. Lately I feel like he has been thinking this way, it’s been a trend for a while now.

This is why you shouldn't cram up 3 chapters worth of content into one. I don't care if Isayama has to end his volume on some goddamn awful page. You don't mess with certain parts of the narrative.

It was fine, it wasn't necessarily a scene that needed to be included so I'm fine with it.

  WHO WAS THE PERSON IN THE WINDOW? 1,456 responses

Who was the person in the window? Was Chapter 116 the last time we’ll ever see Eren transform into his Attack Titan? How to turn into a titan without alerting the military police??? When will I stop asking questions? Right now!

Just under two-thirds of the votes for this question went to Shadis. Following Shadis at a clean 10% is Zeke, trailed by Zombie Erwin at 9.6%. Given the theories about Eren’s body at the end of 117 being a Warhammer clone, I never thought I’d see the day when Zombie Erwin beats Eren in a “who is the mysterious character who is not inside Eren’s Titan” question, but here we are!

CHADIS

Keith Lurkdis

Erwin never died! What even is that option 'zombie Erwin'???

Farmer-kun

Idk but whomever it is I hope they're a good guy.

Male adult figure... Must be my man Shadis. There's no way Zeke would wear so many clothes.

Ugh I have no idea. I’m not going to pretend I can predict anything anymore.

2Pac

  WHY DO YOU THINK MAGATH DEMANDED THEY CAPTURE YELENA? 1,465 responses

Why did Magath bring Yelena back with Jean and Onomatopoeia? ~20% of you thought it was because she’s need for a plan involving Zeke, ~17% think he wants the details of Zeke’s plan from her, just over 14% said  he wants information about Eren, 4.4% of you think he wants her as a prisoner, and the overwhelming majority, at 44.6%, think it’s all of the above.

My theory is that Yelena is Magath's daughter

  WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE FINAL PANEL? 1,478 responses

Another close one. If we disregard those who selected “Avengers Assemble”, which even though we added it I have no idea if it’s meant “Hell yes, can’t wait to see the Hulk and Black Widow together again” or “Please let Tony Stark’s legacy RIP.”, The “I didn’t like it” beat out the “I liked it” by 0.3%. However you look at the data, it’s astonishing that essentially one-third of the fandom did not like this ending.

*sigh*

Get in loser, we're going to save the world

A nice cringe to start my day with :)

The old gangs back together but with ADDITIONAL TRAUMA

I think it was supposed to be satirical. A lot of us expected that the warriors and the 104th would unite again so I think Isayama made it as cliché as possible to 1)offer the readers some comic relief, 2)maybe mock his own plot and show that he's aware that this alliance is kind of cliché.

At what point did Annie and Reiner deserve to be forgiven and taken in by the SC? And why do they think they actually can (or even should) stop the Rumbling?

Marvel copied the last panel

It is a reference to Reiner’s long time ambition, and an indication to his next role. Helos perhap. But I don't think isayama would let him save the world happily. Maybe he will save the world in an ironic and tragic way.

Brilliant !!! Finally it's Connie's turn to shine.

Can't wait to see this optimism crushed. Great moment, though.

I don't understand why people think it's such a cheap cheesy ploy when it's honestly kinda obvious that they're being set up for a fall. Optimism almost always meets at the very least a bittersweet reality in this story.

It's cheesy, but people don't consider it's Connie who's saying this who is an idiot

  REGARDING THE LAST PANEL, DO YOU THINK THEY HAVE A PLAN? 1,475 responses

Nearly 70% of you believe that Final Panel Gang have a plan, while just over 30% think they’re just gonna wing it. Get it? “Wing it”?

For more serious commentary, we’re normally used to seeing “Yes/No” questions a little more perfectly split, especially the ones that involve Eren. It’s interesting to see a more unified response, even if it means that SOMEBODY on Reddit is going to say “Nice.” about the Yes vote.

Isayama will probably do a flashback of the plan, he likes doing this sort of thing lol. It was fine.

It's fine IF the planning is shown in the following chapters, but if not then it'll feel like Isayama couldn't come up with solutions and did everything off screen just because of that.

Telling the plan to the reader only works, if the plan fails.

I feel like the pacing of the chapter was this fast so that Isayama could end with the "Avengers Assemble" scene as the big volume cliffhanger for the next one, so he tried to get through the events quickly to give it that poetic ending. In that case, it's possible Isayama might show how some of these events unfolded in the next chapter or two; he usually does that kind of thing when showing big events for the first time. If the next chapter fleshes some of the scenes from this chapter more like showing Jean discussing the Avengers' plan with Mikasa and Armin, I think that could make this chapter better when we look back on it.

  WOULD YOU RATHER THIS CHAPTER HAVE BEEN SPLIT INTO TWO? 1,468 responses

Remember what I said about being accustomed to more split votes? Well, 39.5% of you said that you would prefer this chapter have been split into two, citing a lack of development, while 39.2% of you said that you’re glad Isayama is, *ahem*, moving forward with the plot. The near-perfect divisions breaks off a little bit when we consider that another ~12% said no, blaming the plots themselves for the problems with chapter, and 6% effectively voting yes, saying that the chapter should’ve been split into three.

Ask me again in a few months when we see how the whole plot wraps up and if Isayama adds any additional details via flashback.

Honestly all of these plot points could have been arcs within themselves and i wish it had been given enough time to become that

I like that the plot is progressing but i don't like the subplots being rushed

I'm happy it's going forward and not dragging on, but I would've loved more of an interaction between the scouts and annie/reiner.

One and a half

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There are various holes (lack of reaction during Annie's appearance, poor coherency of when Eren managed to speak with many people) but Isayama is giving us cool alliances, so it's half okay.

  IF YOU COULD DROP A SUBPLOT, WHICH ONE WOULD IT BE? 1,463 responses

A fairly close call here, with the trip to Ragako Village being out in front with 42.6 percent of you claiming this is the subplot you would drop; Louise and Mikasa’s plot about the scarf is close behind on 36.2 percent. Perhaps readers feel the time for small subplots is done, since there’s so much still to do with the main plot we do not understand? A lot of responses indicated Mikasa’s perceived ‘cruelty’ (you’re all wrong, just so you know!) towards Louise, so perhaps this is indicative of why so many people would choose this event to be the subplot to drop.

Mikasa is just dead inside atm, but i feel bad for Louise

Mikasa knew Louise wanted that scarf, but she knew she needed it more. Plus I can barely remember Louise lol

Mikasa's behavior isn't good, but it's understandable---there are numerous mentally taxing events occurring.

Ragako stuff kinda sucked.

Goddamnit, this chapter was smelly poo. Not only we spent 3 months for nothing with that stupid Ragako plot and now everybody is holding hands just like that. If you're bringing an alliance you're not gonna make it happen offscreen with no detail whatsoever?

Ah and the Ragako subplot missed addressing the serumbowl as well: all we got is Armin whining about not being like Erwin and that's it. No Bert, no Ymir being addressed.

  IF YOU COULD HAVE MORE INFORMATION ABOUT ONE SUBPLOT IN THIS CHAPTER, WHICH WOULD YOU CHOOSE? 1,466 responses

Another close one! “The Armin and Annie reunion” is the subplot the majority wished for more information about with nearly 30% selecting it. “The conversation with Hange and Magath” was second (25.2%) and “Escape from Shiganshina” (17.7%) was third.

I was just expecting Levi, Hange and the corps interaction would be more surprising. The same goes for Annie and Armin's convo.

The mikasa scarf submit definitely could’ve happened in another chapter. This was too rushed and I really hope no other chapters feel this way. This chapter should’ve just been the Tagalog subplot, and then Annie and armin reunion. Then another chapter with hange/levi, Jean/flock and how they all came together to join forces.

It's so obvious this mad lad Isayama wanted to break the tension from the Armin / Annie reunion scene. We never know where he's going to trick us, do we ?

I do think that many things were kind of glossed over to save time. I'd prefer that things slow down a bit, just so we can soak up all that context. For example, the conversation between Hange and Magath, Annie and Armin's reunion and others.

  WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT HOW EASILY THE ALLIANCES WERE FORMED? 1,474 responses

A mere 17.5% enjoyed how easily the alliances were formed. The majority (43%) called it “OK” while a more than a third of the fandom (36.2%) hated it. Some folks seem to indicate it was expected and just needed to happen quickly so the story could move along. However, the amount of people who hated it was too large to ignore; and largely for similar reasons, that it appeared too easy. Maybe the mistrust and emotion will come as the story moves along? Some of your responses indicate trouble ahead, if not behind.

Also Hanji sides too many times with "benefactors". I'm expecting the alliance to be shaky, with probably backstabbings and double-crossings. They seemed to make an agreement over killing Zeke (since no side likes him), and I doubt characters like Mikasa, Armin or Jean would be ok with killing Eren.

I don't get all the madness over the alliance, It was obvious it would happen. Also it's obvious all the things glossed this chapter will be shown in Flashback if important, like what lead Annie join them, on how Hanji contacted Jean (although i think a lot of people didn't notice the shadow in the window on that panel of Jean in the bed).

It was warm and fuzzy and I really needed that, but the actual details of the new alliance will absolutely need to be expounded upon soon.

it wouldve been better if connie's mom plot didn't exist we could've got a better build up to the alliance

Overall, things were way too rushed, as if Isayama just wanted to get to the last page.  I'm expecting to see how this alliance was made in flashback form, as is typical for Isayama, but that won't fix the inherent issues of this specific chapter.

Hange getting so along with Pieck, who fought against them when Erwin was killed, was a complete joke.

I don't get all the madness over the alliance, It's was obvious it would happen. Also it's obvious all the things glossed this chapter will be shown in Flashback if important, like what lead Annie join them, on how Hanji contacted Jean (although i think a lot of people didn't noticed the shadow in the window on that panel of Jean in the bed).

I love seeing them all but oh heckin it was just a little too fast

  WHICH THROWBACK DID YOU ENJOY MOST CHAPTER? 1,465 responses

“Jean remembering Marco” (31.9%) narrowly edged out “Annie kicking Reiner”(30.3%) as our favorite throwback. Levi remembering his promise was a distant third (16.2%).

That Marco’s  throwback really hit me . *SOB*

I didn't like the Erwin reference when Armin tried to sacrafice himself for connies mother, instead of falco being eaten.

Armin recognized a very important thing to himself (he can't stay trying to Erwin, he suck on that, he needs to do what he is good on it, but as his own person and not shadow of Erwin)

Where was Jean at the end there? I want him to confront Annie over Marco. Poor guy had the worst death in the series. He was murder in cold blood and then it got covered up. Plus, the only person trying to solve the mystery is Jean. Bless Jean he is such a good friend

It makes sense that Connie would say that to Reiner of all people (that line come back to his childhood trauma). Fandom freaking out and fearing a cheesy happy ending is ridiculous.

I didn’t think it was cheesy at all. It circles back to Reiner’s declaration to Keith back during the training arc.

I'm kinda sick of Reiner's Kick The Dog treatment too. I know Annie hates him but still...

  REGARDING HOW THE AVENGER'S MISSION AND THE ENDING WILL GO, WHICH OF THESE IS PREFERABLE/ACCEPTABLE TO YOU? 1,465 responses

Fans proving as ever, that they are a divisive bunch! However, it's clear that the smallest amount of responses favour the rumbling being stopped and world peace occuring (hippies!). Some responses indicate that this chapter made them nervous for the ending being overly optimistic, even with Eren as the apparent antagonist. Endings where Eren achieves an extreme form of Brexit (Paradexit?) with a victory over the armies of the world have a fairly even spread of positive responses, proving that he still has a lot of fans on his side. However, most of you responded in the vague sense of feeling like Isayama knows best and at this point, just seeing where this wild ride takes us.

I keep seeing this popular prediction on almost every platform: Eren destroys the world outside Paradise, goes back to Historia and her newborn kid (in this sort of prediction it is always assumed that he's the father), tells his kid (who is also thought to be reborn Ymir) "you're free" and goes on to be a good dad - End of story. Honestly the thought of this type of ending pisses me off so much. Not only because its reeks of typical shonen ending, but because it goes against all the themes and ideas that Isayama has written into the story over the years.

I would not be upset with a 'golden' ending. Some part of me wants that to happen.

It setup the shonen cliche route and can ruin the ending

It was very unusual for this manga. I hope that the author will come to the most logical ending and will not use the power of friendship.

Least exciting chapter I can remember; it has me apprehensive about the ending.

I hope Eren's conclusion will end with him winning, however I do not him accepting his morality and to be shocked at what he's done but to come to terms with what he's done.

While I'm more supportive of Eren, I'm fine with whichever side comes out on top of this as long as it doesn't involve Eren being stopped through Power of Friendship or Talk no Jutsu. That would feel too cheap.

  WHICH RALLYING CRY DID YOU PREFER? 1,445 responses

While the Ragako subplot wasn’t exactly loved, Connie’s rallying cry was the fandom favorite (28.4%). Hange’s plea to Magath was a close second (26%) while Floch’s message of freedom was third (25%).

  AT THIS POINT, AROUND WHICH CHAPTER DO YOU EXPECT THE MANGA WILL CONCLUDE? 1,472 responses

The pacing of this chapter and the way its implications relate to the entire manga was, if I may be so bold, one of the more talked about meta points this month, from what I’ve seen. Maybe that was the thought process behind this question. I don’t know. I didn’t write this one either. That’s a good thought process though.

Anyway, a borderline overwhelming majority of you said that the manga will end around Chapter 134 (48.4% of you). The next most common answer was Chapter 138, which would give us 12 more chapters. Chapter 130 got the least amount of votes, at 7.3%. The remaining votes went to Chapter 142+, and I appreciate that optimism, because I for one hate thinking about this question.

  WHAT ARE YOU MOST HOPING TO SEE NEXT CHAPTER? 1,475 responses

“Historia when?” (26%) tops the list followed by the long awaited Eren POV (23.5%). “Details on things glossed over this chapter” was the third pick (22.7%) followed by “Zeke, Eren and OG Ymir” (11.6%).

I can't wait to see Zeke's reaction at seeing Levi AGAIN ready to fuck him up.

Historia when?? Also, Hange needs a hug, Levi needs sleep, Armin and Annie need to talk, Falco needs to deal with his brother's death some more, and we all need Erwin to come back :(

I hope we get flashbacks to explain all this off screen development.

Isayama please for the love of god remember that Historia exists.

Where is HISTORIA

where is zeke?

  WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES? 1,401 responses

Reddit continues to dominate this question, pulling 44.9% of the vote. “I don’t” actually takes second place this month, with Tumblr coming next, followed very closely by Twitter, which is in turn followed closely by Discord. In descending order from there, we have real life, 4chan, Youtube, a two-way tie between Instagram and Facebook, and everything else has less than 10 votes.

Before I move on though, it’s absolutely critical that I draw your attention to last month’s poll. Last month, I said, and I quote,

“Lastly, something ominous is going on in the Snapchat cult, because there were only two of you this month, down from five last month. That’s still enough to reproduce though and it makes me uneasy.“

“Why are you bringing that up?” you may be asking yourself. I’m bringing it up because Snapchat got SIX votes this time. “Why does that matter?” you ask yourself next. I’m glad you asked. That’s a 300% increase. If that rate continues, in just five month’s time, there will be more members of the Snapchat cult than the rest of you COMBINED.

That’s not to say anything more than it says, but I should add that I was totally vindicated on the Snapchat cult reproduction theory. Having done the math, you guys DEFINITELY scare me more than the people who liked “Pieck Finger”.

  ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE CHAPTER? 375 responses

Remember kids, the world is currently supposed to be ending

I know most people hated how rushed it felt, but honestly, I'm glad this wasn't split into 2 months. This leaves more time for the conclusion, and would much rather the alliances be rushed rather than the ending.

While it's certainly sad that Louise may not be long for this world, I also don't think Mikasa owes her anything. Mikasa seems to see a lot of traits she dislikes about herself cranked up to 11 in Louise, and I think it's understandable to need to distance oneself from toxic ideas or people. Mikasa and Louise were never friends, they never really knew each other, and never really cared about each other. Sure, Louise idolized an idea of Mikasa, but she put herself as separate from the real Mikasa, lesser. These two strangers never had a real chance to truly know each other, and that's okay, sad but okay.

While the panel of Annie with a face stuffed with pie is a gem, I think it seemed almost too good a coincidence. Both parties (Armin, Connie and the kids and Hitch & Annie) happen to be taking a break from their travels at the same time in the same city at the same festival. Seemed a bit too lucky.

Isayama has a bias against the yeagerists too. Portraying them as mindless dumbasses that are evil for no reason. Look at Floch everytime he has a moment it gets cut short for a "oh look at this dumbass" type of conclusion like him missing the shot at Shadis and getting duped by Jean and the 104th.

my dumb shipper’s heart wants Pieck’s reaction to Porco’s death.

this chapter felt too 'super hero movie' to me, in the sense that it was way too optimistic and cheesy, nothing like the Attack on Titan I know and love. Isayama's been watching too much Marvel.

A rushed chapter, Isayama may have messed up some timelines (e.g. Louise's talk with Eren, the changes in day and night), maybe Isayama was too focused on SAUNA SAUNA SAUNA when he was drawing the chapter but anyway, if the chapter was rushed because he wants to move to next plots (eee....east...eeeek...Ki....), I'm fine with it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Chapter Would've been terrific if it weren't for the rushed forced alliance. Mikasa's character also seemed out of place this chapter.

is not a bad chapter but at the same time is not a godly chapter like others but i have faith on isayama that he will blow our minds

Felt very disappointed and it is as if this story is moving to black and white territory again.

Good fast development, optimistic that what was glossed over will be addressed. A bit antsy that this is a setup for some tragedy but I don’t expect total senseless ruin for the characters.

I don't really see where all the complaints are coming from, to me the chapter must be one of my all time favorites ever since I've started reading the manga at the regular monthly pace. I think the build up and the tension have been steadily increasing slowly enough up to this point, and now we've finally reached the top of the roller coaster tracks, and it's time for the ride to the conclusion. I loved the mysterious plan, it reminds me of the uprising arc (ah the good old times).

I hope the author just got a bit lost and had to put things back on track quickly. I want to feel for these characters, not find out that I followed their struggles for chapters to see them dissolve for the sake of the plot.

Eren has suffered a lot over the years and a lot of things have been TAKEN from him - but do you remember "In order to achieve something, you have to give up something important"? I don't think Eren has ever GIVEN up something of his. He's always been a little maniac intent on killing the enemy (which is what he is doing right now). There have been so many characters in the story that have given up their dreams and finally their lives, why is Eren the one that gets to have his cake and eat it too?

I love it cause we need some time of just relax and be happy before the sad ending

I’m hoping the next chapter will make this one better by fleshing things out. Also seeing Annie and Reiner reunite made me deeply miss Bertolt this month.

JE VEUX PAS QUE CE MANGA FINISSE OMG

Reiner getting kicked in the face to wake up and understanding nothing is all of us

The more things don't seem to add up, the more you have to pay attention, that's what I learnt reading this series. And a whole lot didn't seem to add up in this chapter so I'm super hyped!

This is easily one of the weakest chapters Isayama has ever written. After creating all of these subplots that we were expecting to go somewhere and hold emotional weight for the characters were written off into cheap one-liners, off screen reactions and discussion, and just overall completely weak subplots that left us with no emotional payoff.

Boii I'm glad the development on the characters matters only when its relevant to the plot, I almost forget that I used to like them. If Reiner of all people doesn't point out how creepy and disgusting it all is I don't know what to say, what a waste of time of a series.

Connie mentioning Sasha made me cry! Actually makes me wish Eren pulls some time travel shit so that we can have our girl back.

Can I just say I find it funny, and I really love Pieck regardless, it is just a last name after all.

Good, but the former-enemy to friendly-pie-eating turnover rate was wayyyyy too fast!

I thought this chapter was it for Connie, who has been one of my favorites since the beginning. It was a bit sudden but I'm glad him not feeding Falco to his mom is Canon AND that it strengthened his bond with Armin.

It feels like none of the Jeagerists really see clearly what the situation is, or at least don't have an ounce of understanding or sympathy why everyone else is scared and freaked out by what has happened. That in turn makes it harder for non-Jeagerists to act with sympathy, what a vicious cycle.

What bothers me the most is not the way Mikasa interacted with Louise, but the fact that she wanted the scarf back. On a symbolic level, she left it behind a few chapters ago, which meant that she no longer put Eren first and started thinking about herself. She recognized that her bond with Eren was severed. So why take that scarf back now, when it's not supposed to have that much importance anymore?

I can see either the next chapter or the one after showing a flashback of Jean, Armin, and Mikasa discussing that plan. Cutting some parts of a scene and showing it in the following chapter or two is usually an Isayama thing to do.

I don't know why everyone's expecting every single piece of exposition to be laid out for them like meeting minutes. This isn't the first time we've understood what's been going on behind the scenes after the fact.

At the start Connie struggles to hold his emotions, and suddenly he's a hero, cheesy and cliche

Excuse me but can we stop making Gabi involved in everything? Shes so OP at this point

I loved the mockery of the cliche superhero assemble bullshit

STARDUST CRUSADERS

The cringe made me develop a permanent seizure. Also both my eyeballs are still stuck in the back of my head because of the excessive force I used trying to roll my eyes.

The team-up should have been given more time to develop. It wasn’t all bad though.

X-Men on their way to stop Magneto (Eren)

The problem does not lie so much in the pace as in the script tension, which Isayama killed a little in this chapter but intentionally I think. I mean the guys are literally sleeping and eating like it was a party during the freaking end of the world, do you really think he would have let such a thing slip out of clumsiness?

I'm pretty sure that Levi will have the role of "Helos", and Hange his 'Tybur' collaborator, because she's holding a hammer like the guy/girl next to Helos during the play (ch99).

Not the usual quality.

8/10. I liked annie's reunion the best, but wish that hitch had more characterization and wasn't written out so quickly. Ragako subplot was fine but predictable. Louise subplot kinda boring. Avengers assemble at the end was very anime and I liked it.

A peaceful chapter before the storm

A thought: What if Ackermans are the only ones able to actually kill off the Nine Titans? We know they’re byproducts of titan science, maybe they were created to annihilate them? That’d be devastating to see Levi or Mikasa kill Eren and Armin. I’d love it. 😂

Annie is the best girl

Anyone pretending this chapter wasn't utter shit is in hardcore denial.

Did not like the assemble. Nobody can forget what happened in the recent past of Paradis and what the warriors did. But have hope in Isayama

Do Gabi and Falco know that Armin is the Collosal Titan? I thought Connie might let that slip to them and it might create tension between Gabi and Armin but.... No. Everything about that subplot was insanely rushed, there were a lot of ways it could have played out.

Aforementioned last page quote that is so unlike SnK up to this point. Cringey and straight out of an Avengers movie, I can't believe there are people who actually like this development.

I hope Isayama isn't overworking and rushing himself to finish the manga just for the sake of finishing it this year, but I still believe he will finish SnK in a satisfactory manner that will be memorable for decades. However, this chapter as well as 125 were very disappointing and lowered my expectations considering how good the entire final arc had been up to this point.

Errrwiiiiiiiinnnn!!!!!

game of thrones level of trash, i hope for god that the aot ending isn't as bad as final season game of thrones

I didn’t like the Ragako subplot, but I did like Connie saving Armin and their heart-to/heart afterwards.

I don’t think the chapter was rushed. Glad to see Armin finally doing SOMETHING, and I hope it was more a gamble than him wanting to die. Hange’s monologue was so out of character, everyone knows Hange would never want to live in the woods, yet it looks like Hange always  gets discouraged and needs encouragement from somebody else. Seriously, that’s not the Hange we all know. Where’s the ‘defeat is all the Survey Corps ever knew, let’s kick asses!!’ Hange?? that interaction with Pieck brought some of it back thankfully

I don’t understand why everyone is complaining lol

I enjoyed how quickly it moved. We’ve been down in the doldrums since December, so I’m glad to see the characters & the pace picking back up again.

I hate how quickly Hanji becomes depressed. Armin, Jean - they overcame their doubts by themselves. Yet Hanji always needs someone else to tell them to stop being ridiculous. It’s like Levi is babysitting Hanji :/ I miss good, old, badass Hanji

I miss hitch already

I noticed that the way Floch gesticulates during his speech was very reminiscent of how Hitler gave his speeches

I really like Hanji and Levi’s friendship and how Levi always knows what to say to encourage his friends but can we please stop with Hanji being so emotionally weak? I love Hanji, but c’mon- Levi was seriously injured and still needs to treat Hanji like she’s a wounded kid. Jean came to his senses on his own, same for Armin and Mikasa. All they needed was to remember people who died, did Hanji not lose enough comrades to find her strength from? Hanji is one of two veterans left and the commander(!), it really hurts to see her so pathetic, that was hard to read. Glad she looks more like old Hanji at the end of the chapter

I wanted more Annie and Hitch adventures and feel deprived.

i wish there was more to the reunion of Annie & co, but whatever, let’s just move on with this plot.

I'm in the minority here, but I actually liked the chapter. Sure the pacing was a bit off, but this may be because we're getting a detailed explanation for it in an upcoming chapter. Other than that I find it somewhat amusing that so many people that a team-up wasn't happening. Like there was so much goddamned FORESHADOWING about it. Plus the fact that Isayama basically flat-out admitted that he was going to create a team-up a-la Guardians of the Galaxy. I'm not expecting roses and fluffiness at the end of the road, I see a lot of people dying. And I still don't know who's gonna be the victor at the end. It just seemed really clear to me where these character arcs were/are heading. I still have faith in Yams. He hasn't disappointed me yet, so let's just see what he has in store for us.

It feels like Isayama is rushing to finish it off just like Kishimoto did with Naruto Shippuuden and that makes me very sad. I'm worried he'll destroy everything he did until now.

It felt incredibly unrealistic. What I have appreciated most about SnK is its narrative integrity and ability to produce results proportional to the protagonists' abilities. Currently, this feels rather forced. When did they come up with these plans? How could they possibly have alerted Jean ahead of time without anything being shown? It feels like a cheat. Also, I don't like that its just them going after Eren. Realistically, in SnK, a small group of characters, even with their level of power, shouldn't consider going after him how they have. If anything they need to face reality and prepare for the world to come after the rumbling, since if I think anybody in their position would think it is utterly impossible to stop it.

I feel like the pacing of the chapter was this fast so that Isayama could end with the "Avengers Assemble" scene as the big volume cliffhanger for the next one, so he tried to get through the events quickly to give it that poetic ending. In that case, it's possible Isayama might show how some of these events unfolded in the next chapter or two; he usually does that kind of thing when showing big events for the first time. If the next chapter fleshes some of the scenes from this chapter more like showing Jean discussing the Avengers' plan with Mikasa and Armin, I think that could make this chapter better when we look back on it.

It was warm and fuzzy and I really needed that, but the actual details of the new alliance will absolutely need to be expounded upon soon.

It was...fine.

It wasn’t so bad, the hate is really annoying.

It's clear SNK is ending soon so before we see Eren and what else is going on with the rumbling Hisayama wants to close plots with other characters BUT IMO the price of this is giving us less hyped chapters since the walls broke and we still have to see the new Eren titan form…

Just to clarify, "Which throwback did you enjoy most chapter" is intended to be an English sentence, yes? Quality work here as usual, tumblr/reddit big-shots. I hope no one lets you guys near an actual workplace where what you do matters. (A/N: Well you didn't capitalise Tumblr or Reddit so who is the real villain here?)

Let Levi kill that ape. Please. He’s gone through so much and lost everything. Give him just this one little thing

Let's say we generally agreed that this chapter is bad.

Not nearly as bad as people say it was like Jesus heck calm down. I mostly feel bad for isayama tbh he’s probably being pressured to wrap it up and he’s not usually one to not give moments like this chapter proper time.

It's hard to say why Isayama decided to wrap up things fairly quickly, whether he has later flashbacks planned or whether he was overwhelmed with time pressure/suffered a writer's block of whatever. I think, in the end, if the rest of the story wraps up strong, it doesn't matter much.

I'm happy with what happened in this chapter, except the fact that it was rushed and Levi's plot armor, I mean Ackermann blood. He should have lost at least a leg...

The only solace I take in all of this is that the plot can finally move forward. This has been an entire volume of seemingly pointless side quests and I'm ready to focus again on the main story. Frankly, I'm exhausted. I just want answers and I want to know how the story finds resolution.

We had several excellent chapters recently, a subpar one is understandable. Hopefully the Anime will expand on it a bit

[vin-taege]

espresso shot (m)

summary: catching your boyfriend’s co-worker jacking off in the cleaning closet may have been the best thing to happen to you

genre: smut, pwp, fluff

pairing: barista!taehyung x reader x barista!jimin

warnings/notes: established relationship, threesome, oral sex (f receiving and m receiving), vaginal sex, anal sex, dirty talk, sir kink, cum play, double penetration, pussy slapping, brief subdrop, aftercaaare

words: 6k

a/n: this takes place a few months after decaf. if you want, you could read decaf here, or you could read this as a stand-alone fic!

Taehyung rarely got the night shift. However, the staff ran short after a few of them called in for a sick leave, each one with a different excuse, yet ultimately none of them being actually sick. Hyuna had a date planned out with her boyfriend, Jungkook had an e-game tournament all the way in back in Busan, and no one really knew where Jinyoung slipped off to. Namjoon didn't even bother, used to the staff's antics. Jimin and your boyfriend on the other hand was more than compliant to cover their shifts. It was almost 10 pm, and you were just waiting for them to close up shop. Thank god you were on break, so you didn't have to worry about staying up late on a week night, not that you were used to it. Ever since you started dating Taehyung, he has been nagging you non-stop to fix your sleeping schedule. You eventually did, along with picking up a lesser intake of instant noodles. He was very strict in keeping you healthy, and you found it so adoring. The "closed" sign hung from the door. Namjoon already left ten minutes ago, trusting the boys enough to leave the cafe to them. Jimin was re-checking the inventory while Taehyung counted the day's profits. All the chairs were placed neatly upside down on the tables, except for yours. "Sweetheart, are you okay there? Sure you aren’t hungry? We have some left over pastries I can reheat for you.”

You looked up from the book you were reading. Taehyung was tucking away the cash bound in rubber bands, though his eyes remained on you. “I’m fine, Tae. I’ll wait all night if I have to.”

“Luckily, you don’t. All I have to do is mop the floor, then we can go home. Jimin hyung said he’ll cover the dishes,” he rounded the counter, taking long strides toward you. He bent down, swiftly pecking you on the lips. “Thanks for waiting for me.”

“Of course,” you grinned. “Do you want me to get the mop for you?”

He nodded, grabbing a chair and setting it down to sit on it. “Thanks, babe. Really. My back is is starting to ache and I feel like my feet are about to fall off.”

Chuckling, you made your way to the back of the store. A glance towards the sink told you Jimin was true to his word - the enormous pile of dirty plates earlier only reduced to about less than ten pieces, all of which were drenched under soapy water. You figured they might’ve had tough stains, and the boy soaked them for easier removal. 

Weirdly enough, you can’t find Jimin anywhere. All of the other counters were clean, and the storage room was already locked. Thinking he might’ve stepped out for some fresh air, you made your way to the cleaning closet. 

There were legends of the cleaning closet housing different mysteries of the cafe. The stories became almost tradition to the staff, most of them too absurd to be true. Some say a trainee once found a box of condoms in there, then resigned the ext day, never to be seen again. Others say Jungkook stashed his alleged hentai manga collection just behind the bottles of dishwashing liquid. 

By the looks of it, one more story was going to be added. From far away, the cleaning closet seemed normal, aside from a slightly ajar door. The closer you got to it, the more you heard faint grunts coming from the inside, as well as an occasional squelching noise. 

“Jimin, what are you- Holy shit!” You covered your eyes as best as you can, screeching your head off. Jimin yelped, dropping the makeshift fleshlight he was holding - a sponge squeezed into a tall container plus some other things you weren’t able to look at.

“Don’t look, don’t look!” Panicked, he tucked himself back into his pants, though his boner still strained against the fabric. He stood up in a hurry, accidentally stepping on the “fleshlight” and toppling over into a stack of buckets, the mop you were supposed to get falling on top of him.

“Is everything alright there?” Taehyung’s voice hollered from the front of the store, followed by footsteps. You looked at Jimin with wide eyes. Tae couldn’t see you like this. Before he could get a glance at the room, you rushed over to him, pulling him out of the kitchen. “What happened? I heard the two of you yelling and then something crash. Are you okay?”

“Yes!” Your voice came out higher than expected. You cleared your throat and cupped Taehyung’s cheeks in our hands, bringing his face closer to yours. “Yes. I’m tired. And so are you. Let’s go home.”

You began tugging him towards the door, but his more muscular built made it easy for him to stay in place. He frowned at you, “What happened?”

“___ thought she saw a mouse so she screamed and surprised me. The thing you heard falling was me kicking the shelves to see if it would come out. Turns out it was just a ball of hair,” Jimin emerged from the kitchen, face still flushed red, thought he looked more composed.

You mentally thanked him for covering your ass. Taehyung looked back and forth between the two of you, huffing as he bought the explanation." Thank god it wasn't a mouse. We could've been shut down for being unsanitary." 

"Not if we kill the health inspector." 

"No, Jimin. We do not base our plans off Spongebob again." Jimin scoffed at the lack of honorific. Taehyung turned towards you. "You ready to go home?" 

You nodded, already wanting to get out of the awkward situation. Jimin couldn’t look either of you in the eye.

Taehyung’s apartment was small, but welcoming nonetheless. With enough help from his father, and from the cash he earned from his job, he was able to afford the cheap space. You decided to stay with him over the course of the summer break since Seulgi went home to her parents, and yours were still out of town. Plus, he was the one who insisted anyway, and who were you to pass the opportunity up?

The second you stepped into the room, Taehyung tackled you onto the bed. You giggled as he smothered your face with sloppy kisses, pausing to slowly press his lips against yours. You hummed into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Jesus, you’re sweaty,” A low laugh rumbled from within his chest. Still, he kept pecking at your neck. You groaned, “Tae, we should shower first.”

“We’re gonna get sweaty again anyway,” he whined. “Unless you want to fuck in the shower?”

“No, it’s almost midnight. I want to sleep,” You tried pushing him off, which resulted to him plopping himself onto your body. You feigned annoyance, lightly slapping his back and whining for him to get off you. “At least let me eat you out.”

You stilled at the idea. You could feel him smirking against your skin, knowing you took the bait. And you were about to give in too, if it weren’t for the memory of catching Jimin in the cleaning closet coming back to you.

It was weird suddenly thinking of him this exact moment, just as you were about to receive mind-blowing oral from your boyfriend. You just never thought you’d ever see him like that. Cute, charming Jimin. With his pouty lips and cherubic face, which, now that you think of it, looked more sharp a while ago. He was attractive, you couldn’t deny that. But nothing could beat your love for Taehyung.

“Hey,” you pushed him gently, separating your bodies just enough for you to see his face. “I’m sorry, baby, but I’m really sleepy right now. We can have sex in the morning if you want.”

Taehyung pouted, though he got off you, sitting on the edge of the bed instead. “Ok, goddess. Whatever you say. You can shower first if you want?”

“It’s fine. We can shower together?”

“No, ladies first. Plus, I have to check up on Jimin. Make sure he got home in one piece, you know?” he winked at you. The mention of his best friend’s name made you flustered. You nodded, getting up to quickly lock yourself in the bathroom. The sooner you got a good night’s rest, the better.

In contrary to what you had promised him Taehyung the night before, you woke up an hour before noon. You patted the spot next to you, confused to find it empty. He was off duty today, so where on earth could he be? You were still groggy from the sleep, but the scent of pancakes and bacon made you perk up. At first, your mouth salivated at the idea of the meal – but then you remembered. Taehyung wasn’t exactly the greatest chef.

Stumbling up from your bed, now fully awake, you made your way towards the kitchen, stopping to find Taehyung happily solving a crossword puzzle on the small dining table. His eyes lit up when he saw you. “Good afternoon, sleepy head,” he said rather loudly. 

He ushered you to sit on his lap, feeling him half-hard through his sweats. A smile smile played on your lips. “My goddess,” he murmured, mouth against the back of your neck. “I know you just woke up, but I have something to ask you.”

“Yes baby?” you purred, pushing your ass back onto him. He let out a hiss, hands grabbing at your waist. He hooked his chin on your shoulder, lips a few centimeters away from your ear. He blew lightly at the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. In the height of it all, you forgot what made you so alarmed in the first place.

“What are your thoughts on threesomes?”

You froze. Even when you stopped grinding, you could feel his cock twitch beneath his sweats. “Is this a trick question?”

He let go of your hips, hands curling at his stomach instead as he threw his head back in laughter. You got off his lap in favour of sitting on the chair next to him instead. “I mean,” he wiped an imaginary tear off his eye. “No, not really.”

“I was just thinking,” he grabbed his pen, filling out one of the blanks in the forgotten crossword puzzle, before looking back at you. “It would kinda be hot? In your favour of course, because when you’re turned on, I get more turned on. And, I don’t know, the idea of sharing you, seeing you get extra… wrecked… I think it’s hot.”

Your hands went to smoothen out your tangled hair, suddenly feeling conscious. You never thought Taehyung would be into that, considering how needy for attention he was. “And you’re asking this because?”

“I know what happened between you and Jimin hyung last night,” you paled, speechless. He noticed how tense you suddenly got, and quickly added on, “Don’t worry, I’m not mad. I trust you, and I also trust him. I just thought I’d rather do it with someone I trust, rather than someone I’m not entirely comfortable with.”

Taehyung remembered how Jimin comforted him the fateful day the nude was sent and he felt like shit. He was always there to give him that extra push, or give him words of advice. Jimin definitely had a special place in both of your hearts.

“And hey, I know how attractive Jimin is. Between the two of us though, I don’t think he can really compare to-“ he gestured towards his crotch, tracing his v-line with his hands. You laughed, before biting your lip. At this point, his dick was visibly straining against the fabric. Not yet fully hard, but he was getting there. “So, sweetheart, just tell me what your verdict is. No pressure, okay? I want you to feel safe and comfortable in anything we do.”

“Well,” you started off. You kept thinking about it, not finding any harm in having a little fun. Jimin was close enough to both of you that it wouldn’t be weird or awkward after. He knew his boundaries. “If you’re okay with it, then I’m okay with it too. I’m totally down.”

He beamed, leaning closer to you. “Perfect,” he gave you a deep kiss, before pulling away. He yelled towards the kitchen, “Hyung, did you hear that? She said she’s down.”

You jolted up, eyes wide when Jimin emerged from the kitchen, a plate of pancakes in his hand, and a spatula in the other. A pink apron reading “Kiss the Cook” was messily tied over his clothes, what you recognized as Taehyung’s gag gift for him last Christmas. He set the plate down on the table. “Good morning, ___.”

“It’s noon.”

“It’s morning for her,” Hearing them bicker normally made you feel a bit more relaxed. So he was the one cooking. That’s why the smoke alarm didn’t go off even once. “Don’t even think of getting another one. You ate five pieces a while ago, Tae. Five pieces.”

Jimin slapped Taehyung’s hand away, about to grab the pancakes. The younger boy grimaced, pulling his hand away and crossing his arms over his chest like a child. “Bacon’s on the way. Let me just find another plate.”

When Jimin got back in the kitchen, you hurriedly whispered to Taehyung, “I’m sorry, why is he here?”

“I thought you were down for the threesome?” he asked confusedly.

“Yes but- but what if I said no? What were you planning to do then?”

“Well, first of all, I knew you weren’t going to say no. And secondly, if you did, then we’d play video games instead, I guess? He’s here for some kink negotiations, and so that we could establish some ground rules.” He tore off a piece of the pancake, shoving it in his mouth. He got a second piece and fed it to you. You had to give Jimin some credit; his cooking was amazing. No wonder your boyfriend had five.

“And when did you find the time to organize all of this?”

“Last night, when you were in the shower,” he said through a bit of the pancakes. So that was why he wanted you to shower first. You stared at him mouth agape. He chuckled, feeding you more pancakes. “Yes, I know. I’m a fast worker.”

Jimin reappeared with the bacon, sitting on Taehyung’s other side. “Now that all of us are here, we can start the discussion.” Taehyung clapped his hands. “___, go first.”

“Well,” you shifted in your seat. Your eyes were glued to the food on your plate, the attention from both boys making your cheeks heat up. “Just don’t knife me, or whatever. No bleeding. Yeah, that’s all I got.”

“No bleeding, got it,” Jimin scribbled onto a piece of paper. You stared at him, surprised. “You’re actually writing this down?”

“For notes, of course. If you’re stuck on ‘don’ts’, let’s move over to ‘dos’.”

“Okay,” you shrugged. “Uh... I’ll sub for this one. You guys can use me however you please. My safe word is ‘d.va’ but we also go by the traffic light system.”

The boys smirked, simultaneously looking at each other. Jimin leaned closer to Taehyung, whispering though you still heard what he said. “I thought you said she was dominant?”

“She is, usually. But she lets me dom from time to time. She switches on either extreme ends of the spectrum. One day, she’s a few seconds away from pegging me, and then the next day, she’s a very bratty sub.” You sent him a pointed look, Taehyung only giving you a sheepish smile. “She likes name-calling in subspace.”

“Have you guys tried anal?” Jimin directed the question towards Taehyung. The younger boy nodded, looking towards you. “Yeah, a few times. Are you okay with it, sweetheart?”

“I don’t mind it.”

“How about fluids? Spit, cum, any preferences?”

“Spit and cum are nice. Anything outside of that, no-no,” You gave Jimin time to organize his notes. The feeling of nervousness was long gone, replaced with excitement. Taehyung’s hard-on had grown soft with the lack of stimulation, but you could tell it’d be a matter of time before it came back.

“Okay. Tae, any ground rules for me?”

“The moment she feels uncomfortable, we stop.”

“Of course,” Jimin smiled. He adored how protective Taehyung was of you; always putting your happiness first. He felt honored to be invited to take part in something so special and intimate between the two of you. “Anything else you want to discuss?”

You both shook your head. “Mhm, When do we start?”

“After lunch,” Taehyung scooted his chair closer to yours. He laid his head on your shoulder, slightly nuzzling into your neck. “Tae, it is after lunch.”

“Well then,” He didn’t complete his sentence, opting to kiss you instead. Taehyung didn’t hesitate to slip his tongue in already, the kiss gradually becoming sloppy. The sweet taste of syrup from the pancakes still lingered in his mouth, a flavor you chased after. He grabbed at your waist, pulling you off your chair and into his lap, prompting you to straddle him.

Jimin kept watching you kiss all-throughout, hand palming at his jeans. You still felt a little shy, not used to having a third person with you. But when Taehyung dipped his hands into your shorts, palming at your heat from behind, all your shyness was replaced with arousal.

He pressed his middle finger against your panties, directly at your core. He started nipping at your bottom lip, making you whimper. Faintly, you heard Jimin get up. The older boy moved behind Taehyung, grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to face him. “May I?”

“Please,” You gasped, Taehyung pushing your panties aside to slide a finger into your wet lips. Jimin forced your head forward, making your body press against Taehyung’s, his plush lips meeting yours. Getting deeper into the kiss, Taehyung slipped another finger in, spreading your wetness from your lips to your clit.

“Fuck, look how wet we made her,” you whimpered when Taehyung retracted his hand. He held it up, fingers previously inside you now coated with a glossy sheen. Jimin pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips at the sight of your arousal. “I want to taste.”

“Bedroom,” Taehyung lifted you up, carrying you into the bedroom, Jimin hot on your heels. Once you got in, he dropped you on the bed, stepping aside to let Jimin crawl on top of you.

He sucked experimentally on a small part of your neck, teeth lightly biting at the skin. His mouth moved swiftly against you, until he nipped at one spot that made you moan out. “Found it,” he mumbled, biting harder.

While Jimin was busy sucking love bites into your neck and collarbone, he moved his legs so Taehyung had access to your lower body. The younger boy tugged your shorts and underwear down, until the only article of clothing you had on was his over-sized shirt. He licked his hand, from the bottom of his palm to the tip of his middle finger, then lightly smacked your throbbing pussy.

The yelp you let out made the two boys chuckle. Jimin detached his lips from your skin, eyes catching on your hardened nipples pressed against your shirt. They got Taehyung’s attention too; your boyfriend unabashedly reaching out to pinch at one. You moaned out, Taehyung continuing to pull and roll the bud, the rough fabric giving you a new sensation.

Jimin reached underneath your shirt, flicking at your neglected nipple. He spread his hand over your breast, squeezing it lightly, nipple in between his in ring and middle finger. “She likes getting her boobs played with,” Taehyung explained to him, encouraging his ministrations. 

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” A sharp slap landed on your clit, making you cry out. Pleasure soon replaced the sting, a thumb circling your clit. You looked down to see it was Jimin, the one, you assumed, to be gentler of the two. “Yes, sir.”

“I hope she likes getting eaten out just as much,” Jimin whispered, taking his place in between your legs. Before he could go any further, Taehyung stopped him, whispering something into his ear. Jimin smiled wickedly, nodding as he moved away from you.

“I want that mouth here,” Taehyung pointed at the ledge of the bed. Compliantly, you changed your position, knowing exactly what he wanted you to do. You laid on your back, head hanging off the bed. Jimin resumed his position between your legs, waiting for Taehyung to give him his go-signal.

One of Taehyung’s biggest kinks was having his dick in your throat. Whether it be face-fucking or cock warming, having his large cock snug in your mouth turned him on massively. He had gotten rid of his sweats, said cock hanging intimidatingly above your face. You sneaked a glance below you, finding Jimin had done the same thing, now only in his briefs.

Taehyung held his cock in his hands, giving it a few pumps. He let the pre-cum pool on top of his angry red tip, dripping down straight onto your lips. “Tongue out. Don’t waste even a single drop.”

Meanwhile, Jimin had his fingers on you again. His thumb pressed roughly down on your clit, index finger sinking knuckle-deep inside your pussy. You moaned, following Taehyung’s command, hanging your tongue out invitingly. “Please, sir, let me suck your cock.”

The younger boy took his time, however, lightly hitting your cheeks with his dick. He clicked his tongue, acting as if the whole process was a chore for him. “You just can’t get contented with one cock, hm?”

Jimin chuckled darkly, adding another finger in, curling them inwards to brush against your g-spot. You shuddered, bucking your hips to chase after the pleasure. He placed a hand firmly at your lower abdomen, holding you in place. His touch was fleeting, never truly hitting the spot, making you whine. “Tae, shut her up already.”

“With pleasure.”

Just as Taehyung pushed his cock in between your lips, Jimin wrapped his own lips around your clit, sucking harshly. Your moans sent vibrations all over Taehyung’s cock, making him let out a low groan. He kept pushing in, not stopping until he was entirely sheathed in your throat.

You tried focusing on breathing through your nose, but Jimin was making it difficult, fingers pumping in and out of you in a gradually fast pace, combined with his tongue sending fast licks on your clit. Taehyung groaned, wrapping a hand around your throat and pressing his thumb at the center of it. He could feel his cock against the tight area, pressing his thumb down lightly.

Ignoring the slight gag you let out, he pulled his hips back, only to plunge his cock back in. Even after doing this numerous times, you still weren’t used to the sheer size of him. It was a struggle to open your jaw wide enough to accommodate his girth, and it was more of a struggle to breathe with his cock jammed in your windpipe.

Choked gasps and moans reverberated around Taehyung. Jimin started dipping his tongue in and out of your pussy, slurping your wetness up noisily. He clutched your thighs, hooking them above his shoulders to bring you closer to him.

You were already starting to feel lightheaded from the pleasure on both ends. Taehyung wasn’t holding back, fucking your mouth with his hand still wrapped around your throat. Saliva and tears ran down your face, your body sticky with fluids. 

“You said she can take anal, right?” Jimin pulled away from your cunt, a string of your fluids still connected to his tongue. 

“Yeah,” Taehyung moaned out, pace not breaking. “You should try her mouth first. It feels so warm.” He said it so casually, like talking about sharing food. 

He pulled out, leaving you in a coughing fit. His dick was coated in spit, hard against his stomach. Jimin discarded his boxers and took his place in Taehyung’s previous spot. Pre-cum spilled from the head of his cock, just as much as Taehyung’s. Even through your fucked out haze, you managed to smirk; you were the reason these boys were so turned on. In a way, you were still on top of it all.

“Did you fuck her brains out? I think you broke her,” Jimin narrowed his eyes at you. Taehyung scoffed, rummaging through your bedside drawer. You couldn’t take a proper look, but you knew there was something in his hand. Jimin glowered above you, “I’ll give you something to smile about.”

His dick was shorter in length compared to Taehyung’s, but his girth made up for it. He was impressively thick, sporting a delicious curve. You licked your lips, only adding to the wet mess on your face. He placed his cock in between your lips, thrusting in slowly, in contrast to Taehyung a while ago. “Prep her for me.”

“Way ahead of you,” Taehyung whispered. There was a generous amount of lube coating his fingers. You flinched when he pressed against your rim, the lube initially cold. “Don’t worry baby, it heats up. Gotta get you nice and opened up for us hm? Relax for me.”

You hummed around Jimin’s cock, thoughts already too foggy to catch onto Taehyung’s every word. Jimin was fucking your mouth nice and slow, taking his time to savor you. It allowed you to have control more – to press your tongue onto his cock as best you can, the angle making it more difficult. You hollowed your cheeks out, swallowing around him whenever his tip hit the back of your throat.

“How are we gonna do this, Tae?” Taehyung looked up from his work, raising an eyebrow at Jimin. “How’s the fucking gonna go down?”

At this point, your boyfriend already had a finger in you, just slipping in another one. He scissored them slowly, giving you time to adjust. He was so focused on stretching you out properly that he almost didn’t catch Jimin calling him again. “Y-yeah, I don’t really know. Take your dick out for a second, yeah?”

Jimin complied, pulling out and tapping your lips with it. Taehyung’s voice was low, “How do you want us to fuck you, sweetheart? Jiminie here wants your ass, while I’m contented with that sweet pussy of yours. Who do you want first?”

You cleared your throat. It felt so raw after all the fucking, your voice barely a croak. “Both of you.”

They stared at you with wide eyes, Taehyung’s fingers stilling inside you. Jimin was first to break the silence, “At the same time?”

You nodded, to which Taehyung slapped your pussy with his other hand. “Words, disrespectful slut,” he growled.

“I want both your cocks in me, sir,” you purred out. The idea of having them in you at the same time made you clench at nothing, Taehyung noticing it and smirking.

He waved Jimin over to his side, the two boys watching in awe as he stretched you out. Taehyung managed to squeeze in a third finger, making you moan out loud. “Condoms or no? I’m clean, but if that’s how you guys do it, then I’m cool with it.”

“No need,” Taehyung grunted, slipping all his fingers out. You moaned, already feeling empty. “We’re both clean, so no need to worry, hyung. Help me get her up. I’ve prepped her enough.”

Together, they slowly helped you into a sitting position, thighs spread apart. Jimin sat behind, while Taehyung was in front, effectively sandwiching you. You could feel both their cocks - Taehyung’s pressed against your stomach, and Jimin’s in between your ass cheeks. “Color?”

“Green. Fucking get in me, Tae!” you practically yelled. Though he lost his dominant facade, the way you commanded him only turned him on more. You gave out a vibe more of an impatient dom than a bratty sub; it made him question if he was still the sub here all along, only liberated because of his mistress’s wishes.

Pursing his lips together, he guided his cock to your pussy, filling you up in one thrust. You threw your head back in a moan, arching into Jimin. Taehyung groaned, your nails digging into his shoulders. Jimin took the opportunity to lay a trail of wet kisses from your shoulder to your neck, stopping to whisper at your earlobe. “Hold yourself open for me, baby.”

You let go of Taehyung, sliding your arms back to grip your ass. Spreading your cheeks with trembling fingers, you waited for Jimin to enter you.

Without even a second passing, his tip was pressing against your rim. He pushed in slowly, entranced by the way you stretched around the head of his cock. You clenched involuntarily around Taehyung, making him whine. “Hyung, hurry up. I can’t hold on any longer.”

“You should’ve went easy on the face fucking,” Jimin grumbled out, though he slid in the rest of his cock, still careful not to hurt you. Once your ass was sitting snug against the base of his cock, the three of you moaned out in unison. 

You felt so full, two huge cocks stretching both holes. Incomprehensible words stumbled from your mouth, mind reduced to mush when they started moving. The bed creaked under your weight, slow groans matching yours. The build-up of pleasure was too much, from Jimin’s skillful tongue on you to Taehyung’s slender fingers stretching you out beforehand. Your fingers slipped from their hold, arms giving out along with the rest of your body. 

Taehyung caught you in time. He wrapped his arms around your waist and back, not only bringing your torso closer to him, but also making your ass jut out more for Jimin. His hyung let a moan out in content, bringing his palm down your ass. You whined, slightly rocking your hips back and forth to match their thrusts.

Slowly, their thrusts grew faster, rougher. The pleasure was so mind-numbing, you couldn’t do anything else but to take what they gave you. Head slung over Taehyung’s shoulder, drool dripped off the corners of your mouth. You took in a sharp breath after one particularly hard thrust from Taehyung, ass and pussy clenching around both cocks. 

“Shit, baby, keep doing that,” Jimin groaned. “So tight, so tight. Doing so good for us hm? You wanna cum?”

The only word that made it through the haze in your mind was “cum”, enough for you to understand. You shook your head eagerly, letting out desperate “uh-huh’s” ending in moans. “What do you do before you come, sweetheart?” 

“Please,” you mewled. Unsatisfied, Jimin pinched your ass cheek, soon rubbing his thumb soothingly over the red mark. “You can do better than that.”

“Come, sir, I want - I want. Ple-ase. Let me, please. I want-”

“Do it properly, or you’re not coming at all tonight. Use your big girl words.”

Taking a deep breath, you let the sentence out as best you can in one breath, “Please, sir’s, I want to come, please let me cum.”

Taehyung squeezed your sides lightly, a sign of his approval. Jimin ran his hands through your hair gently, in contrast to the sharp snaps of his hips. He leaned closer, whispering a quick “come, baby” before watching you shudder as your orgasm ripped through you.

They fucked your through your orgasm, holding your spasming body upright. Taehyung hissed when you dug your nails into the sides of his thighs, going in so deep you knew they will still be slightly visible even until next week. You were clamping down so hard on them that they stilled for a moment, taking in the feeling of your walls all around them.

They could feel the outline of each other’s cocks through the fleshy barrier, the realization driving them closer to the edge. Taehyung was the first to come, shooting his load against your cervix. With the last bit of strength in you, you clenched around him, desperately trying to keep his cum inside. Jimin felt the pressure from your walls just as much as Taehyung did, sending him over the edge. 

For a while, the whole room was filled with your irregular breathing. You were so spent you couldn’t even open your eyes. Your hearing was slightly muffled, so you had no idea what the boys were talking about - if they’re talking.

Jimin was first to pull out, having more left over stamina. Your hole twitched, still slightly open from his massive size. Cum dripped down from your ass, the older boy sitting back on his thighs, mesmerized by it. 

“Hyung,”

He look towards Taehyung, who looked equally as fucked out as you. Hyuna was right calling him baby boy. The thought of him being dominant towards you almost seemed impossible if it weren’t for him witnessing it first hand. Maybe you’d get back at him; Jimin didn’t know.

“Do you want me to get her for you?”

“I’ll just-” he took his time to catch his breath. Your boyfriend rubbed your back soothingly, seeing that your thighs were still quivering post-orgasm. “I’ll just get us some water.”

Carefully, Jimin lifted you off Taehyung - and in turn, his cock- to let you lay on him. You whined, feeling uncomfortably empty and sticky. Their cum was starting to spill out of you, making a mess on your inner thighs. Shakily, Taehyung got off the bed and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. He went up to you, kissing your cheek. “Baby? You did so well for us tonight. Taetae’s just gonna get you some water, okay? Jimin hyung’s here for you, so if you need anything, just ask him, okay? I’ll be right back.”

When Taehyung left the room, Jimin gently propped you in a more comfortable position. You could feel him get off the bed as well, making you frown. It was getting cold very quickly, you were getting irritable, and they just disappeared. You couldn’t think straight, but all you knew was that you were alone.

Suddenly, a warm, damp cloth pressed against your heat. Fingers threaded through your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp. “I’m sorry, I had to find something to clean you up with,” Jimin’s voice was soft, calming. “I’m here now. I’m so proud of you.”

Taehyung arrived soon after, carrying two glasses of water, new bedsheets slung over his arm. Jimin cradled you, tilting your head up so you could drink. Taehyung offered him the other glass, which he gladly accepted. “Hyung, can you carry her up for bit? I’m gonna change the sheets real quickly.”

“Sure.”

After the boys got you cleaned up, a new pair of panties on you and Taehyung’s t-shirt, they began to sort themselves out. Luckily, Taehyung’s clothes fit Jimin as much as they fit you. Although Jimin initially insisted to go home, Taehyung convinced him to stay the night at his place. Now fresh and dehydrated, the three of you were back on the bed.

“Cuddle,” you murmured, more of a command instead of a request. Taehyung chuckled spooning you on his side. Still, you felt something missing. Sleepily, you opened an eye slightly, looking for Jimin. He was next to you, still sitting cross-legged awkwardly. He noticed the both of you staring at him, his face turning red. “W-what?”

“She said she wants to cuddle,” Taehyung smiled at him, a soft smile getting the message across: It was okay. 

He laid down, hugging you from your other side. He thought about how cute your relationship was, how perfect you are for each other. He didn’t know if the subdrops were common for you, but he found it endearing how much Taehyung coddled you when it happened. He looked over at Taehyung, finding him with the same far-away look he had, before the younger met his eyes.

“Thank you for tonight,” Jimin whispered. He didn’t know what else to say. Taehyung lifted his hand towards his arm, giving it a squeeze. Between them, you slept warm and contented. Everything felt in its place, and he went to sleep knowing so.

[have-each-others-six]

face to the wind, eyes to the sun (pt. four)

part one

part two

part three

yet again, hello!

there are two more parts and then an epilogue of sorts left, so let’s hold on to our seats, shall we?

also, big credit to @the-quiet-winds for the idea of ‘katherine seymour’. she came up with it in her own fics and i love it so much.

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three.

When they step outside, everyone’s still pulling on hats and gloves and scarves, so they make a bit of uncoordinated mess as they walk into the sidewalk.

Jane makes sure Katherine’s pink pom-pom hat is snug over her head, and adjusts her scarf a little bit so she’ll be warmer.

“How are you feeling, love?” she asks her, and when she looks at Katherine’s face, she sees that her eyes are red from crying.

It breaks Jane, shatters something deep within the chambers of her heart, to see her baby girl completely hopeless like this.

“I keep seeing them,” Katherine says softly, and Jane doesn’t need to ask who ‘them’ is. 

A vicious anger spreads through her, coupled with deep sadness, the combination of emotions that always overwhelms her when Kat talks about her past life.

Whenever she mentions the men that hit her and clawed at her skin and pushed her dress up roughly around her waist, Jane just wants to curl up around Katherine and shield her from everything awful in the world.

Her feisty, sweet, intelligent girl had once been reduced to nothing more than an object to give men pleasure, and in a few short hours she’ll be back with them, forced to look in their eyes as her head is-

Is-

Jane can’t even begin to think about it.

“Let’s just have fun today as best we can, yeah?” she suggests, taking Kat’s gloved hand in her own. “If it’s too much, we’ll just go home and drink some tea and talk. Sound good?”

Katherine nods, and Jane playfully pokes her daughter’s nose, eliciting the ghost of a smile. “That’s my girl.”

“All right, where we headed, then?” Anna shouts over the din of the snowy city street.

“Wherever the winds take us!”

As Anne says that, turning and spreading her arms out wide in a very dramatic fashion, a breeze blows through, whirling the snow in spirals all around them, and Anne grins up at the sky like it’s in on a joke.

“Okay then, the wind says we go this way,” Anne states, turning right as the sidewalk curves.

“Weren’t we going to the park?” Parr asks, but Anne waves off her question.

“This is crazy,” Aragon grumbles. “Anne, you’re going to get us run over.”

Jane feels a strange sort of bitterness in her heart then, and she holds back a response that since they’re already going to die, it doesn’t matter anyway, does it?

She feels Kat squeeze her hand, like she knows that Jane needs something to ground her right now, and she gives her daughter a grateful smile, kissing her forehead as they walk down a road lined with cute little shops.

“Aha! Animal crackers!” Anne shouts, stopping and pointing inside a corner store, where they can see through the window that there are indeed animal crackers by the cash register. “I’m going in.”

“I’ll go with her,” Anna sighs. “She’ll buy the whole store’s supply otherwise.”

“No, you stay, I’ll go,” Parr volunteers. “She’ll probably listen to me.”

Anna nods and doesn’t argue, clearly exhausted, and Parr follows Anne into the shop.

“How about you? I know you wanted to go to the park, so we’ll do that later, but is there anything special you’d like to do today, love?” Jane asks Kat, putting an arm around her daughter as they wait on the bench.

“Actually…” Katherine starts to reply softly, “...do you think we could check out that French pastry shop? We always say we’re going to, but we never do, because you say you don’t know French.”

“Bien sûr, ma chérie,” Jane responds, grinning. “Of course, my darling. See? I know some French!”

“Will you be able to order anything, though?” Katherine questions her, giggling. “Or will you accidentally order a dead rabbit like you did when we went out for German?”

Katherine’s entire face lights up when she laughs, a reprieve from the grief and fear that’s been surrounding her, and Jane feels an overwhelming relief that her girl is smiling again.

“I can’t help the fact that apparently the way I say ‘hamburger’ somehow sounds very similar to ‘hasenpfeffer’,” Jane says, pretending to defend herself but mispronouncing the words on purpose to bring that light back into Kat’s eyes.

“Anna was so offended.”

“I thought she was really going to bash me over the head with her plate for a second when I was trying to read things off the menu.”

“Well, this French bakery is supposedly a bit more low key. I don’t think there’ll be any plate-smashing,” Katherine explains. She looks genuinely happy, and it melts Jane’s heart.

“Who wants to go to a patisserie?” Jane asks the group, standing up and clapping her hands together. “Kat and I are heading over there now, if anybody wants to come with.”

“Eh, we’ll wait here. Once Anne’s done inside we’ll come over and meet you, okay? Just text us the address,” Aragon says, easily laying out the plan.

Kat gives her a thumbs-up as Jane texts Aragon the location, and then they head over to the bakery.

“This feels strange,” Katherine remarks, pulling on her coat sleeves a little nervously.

“How so?” Jane responds, looking at her expression for a clue to her feelings. However, Katherine’s usually easily readable face is blank, so Jane just takes her daughter’s gloved hand in her own, trying to wordlessly give her support.

“We’re going to a pastry shop, and I’m getting beheaded tonight.”

It feels like all the warmth has been stolen from Jane’s body as Katherine speaks, because she remembers that tonight she’s losing everything.

She stops walking, rooted to the spot in abject terror as snow gathers in her hair.

“Mum? Mum, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Katherine’s panicking now, or close to it, and that manages to snap Jane out of staring blankly forward, consumed by images of her daughter’s head being chopped off.

“No, no, honey, no. Don’t apologize, sweetheart. I’m fine,” Jane reassures her, pushing Kat’s hair out of her face and ignoring the anxious pounding of her own heart. “Just got a little cold, that’s all.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Jane gives her a shaky smile. “I don’t think ‘okay’ is achievable today, love.”

A steely look of determination appears on Kat’s face. She’s the sweetest girl in the world, but she knows how to be serious when she needs to be.

“Here’s what we’re going to do, mum,” she says, and Jane would be thrown by the change in tone, but she can see the way that Katherine’s eyes are welling with tears and knows that her daughter’s trying to be strong for her. So she stays quiet, and she listens.

“We’re going to go into this pastry shop, and buy some pastries, and we’re not going to talk about dying. Once we’re out of the shop, we can be as depressing and morbid as we like, but right now I think we both just need to try French desserts and talk about boring things.”

Jane can see the way Katherine’s standing, ready for a fight, like she’s about to punch away the grief surrounding them. 

“We can promise, okay?” Jane says, holding up her pinky finger, and Katherine grins in response after linking hers with Jane’s.

“I, Katherine Seymour, solemnly swear not to discuss death in this establishment.”

“I, Jane Seymour, also solemnly swear not to discuss death in this establishment with the addendum of not discussing anything morbid.”

They nod seriously and unlink their fingers, but the second they step apart, Katherine’s anxious anger is back.

“All right, love,” Jane replies, prying apart Kat’s clenched fists and lacing her fingers with her own. She takes a moment to breathe, and then gives Katherine her brightest smile. “Let’s go in.”

Compared to the snowy and grey cold of outside, the pastry shop is warm and bright, and Jane can feel herself relaxing slightly.

There’s a bit of a line, so the two of them get plenty of time to decide what to get for themselves and the other queens.

When they reach the front, the cashier bags up what they want to order, and Katherine takes it to a table while Jane pays. As she puts her credit card in, the cashier starts talking.

“You two are really close for a mother and daughter,” she says, a slight French accent in her voice. “When I was this age, I hated my mother and she hated me. It’s… it’s really nice to see that isn’t always true.”

“Oh, well, that’s lovely of you to say,” Jane replies, sort of unsure how to respond.

“How do you do it? Not fight, I mean.”

“Well…” Jane starts, looking over at Katherine, at a table by the window, sitting on her hands so she won’t eat the pastries without Jane. She feels a soft warmth in her chest, just behind her ribs. “I love her,” she answers simply. “I love her so much that I don’t know what I would do without her. She makes the sun shine brighter and the night feel calmer and when I hear her laugh, it makes me feel like I can brave anything the world can throw at me. I can’t imagine falling into a petty catfight with her about her clothes or cleaning her room, because after loving someone that much, everything else seems to sort of pale in comparison.”

Jane takes a breath, noticing the way her voice is catching with emotion.

“She’s my daughter,” she says softly. “She means the world to me. I couldn’t bear to lose her over something trivial.”

There’s a line behind Jane now, but the cashier’s eyes have filled with tears. “Thank you,” she whispers. “I really… I needed to hear that today.”

Jane smiles, puts back her credit card, and leaves a pound in the tip jar before heading over to her beautiful, smart, brave girl.

“Mum, I swear you can talk to anyone about anything. You were up there for literal years,” Katherine laughs, teasing her. “What were you even talking about?”

“Just about how lucky I am,” Jane says, pulling out a St. Honoré cream pastry and handing it to Kat, licking the extra sugar off of her fingers. 

“How do you mean?” Katherine asks, tilting her head and taking a bite of the flaky treat, cream smearing onto her nose as she does so.

Jane wants to cry, but she holds it back, giving her daughter a watery smile. “I mean you, sweetheart.”

“Really?”

Katherine’s eyes are brown and trusting when she looks over at Jane, but there’s the barest hint of disbelief there, like she doesn’t quite believe that this isn’t all a ruse to get something from her, like Jane can’t possibly mean her.

So Jane takes her hand, and she looks into those eyes that show the trauma and hurt deep inside, and she nods.

“Really, truly.”

The last bit of distrust vanishes from Katherine’s gaze, and her smile becomes completely real.

“I’m lucky too, Mum.”

They sit in a comfortable silence, eating their pastries and watching the world go by outside the window, until the other queens show up, waving from the other side of the glass.

They stall in leaving, cleaning up the table and pushing in the chairs, because they know that when they leave the shop, their promise doesn’t apply and anything is fair game, and it’s so nice to live in a bubble for a moment where they don’t have to think about their impending deaths.

“Ready?” Kat says, standing firmly in front of the door.

“Ready.”

They hold onto each other’s hands in a vice grip as they walk through the door, trying to prepare for whatever comes next.

[sneezehq]

I request a trans Yuri sick fic (feel free to reject) Suppose Viktor had to do a thing and Yurio was stuck with Yuuri for some reason. Yurio thinks he has a simple stomach bug (some emeto pls) but later escalates into ending up to be something hospital-level serious. And Yuuri takes him. Only to find out via hospital records that biologically, Yurio is actually a girl. Not that it makes Yuuri feel any different toward Yurio. -Homura (sorry if that made no sense. English isn't my main language)

Your English is great! This is my first time trying to write a trans character, so I hope I did a good job! Please don’t crucify me if I made a mistake; gentle criticism is okay. Enjoy!

Day 26: Say It Ain’t So, Doc!

“Now, you two don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone,” Victor says lightly. He’s traveling to Moscow for a meeting with some sponsors, leaving Yuuri and Yuri to fend for themselves. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Without looking up from his game, Yuri responds, raising an eyebrow. “We wouldn’t want to anything you would do, either. Remember that time you and Chris decided to go caroling in the middle of July?”

“We were drunk!” Victor protests, his voice going an octave higher. “Anyway, the point is, you two have fun while I’m gone, but not too much fun, okay?”

He gives Yuuri a peck on the cheek and attempts to hug Yuri goodbye, but the teenager dodges out of the way just in time, rolling his green eyes in annoyance. “Bye! See you in three days!”

“Goodbye, Victor!” Yuuri calls after him before the door shuts. Yuri waves halfheartedly before stalking off to his room, muttering under his breath about how sappy those two are and how disgusting it is. Yuuri just assumes that he’s in a bad mood today.

Truthfully, Yuri hasn’t been feeling very well at all since he woke up. He’s nauseous and his stomach has been cramping all morning-it’s either some sort of a mild stomach bug or a sign of his period coming soon (joy!). Either way, hopefully some sleep will help. He’ll probably wake up in the morning feeling way better.

It only takes a few hours to realize how horribly wrong he is.

Yuri is jolted awake out of a dead sleep by a feeling of overwhelming nausea. He scrambles out of bed, his limbs tangling in the sheets as he attempts to make a mad dash to the bathroom. He doesn’t make it to the toilet in time; instead, he hunches over the sink as his entire frame trembles with a deep gag. Within seconds of being awake he’s heaving up what seems like an endless stream of bile.

He retches and gags for what seems like an eternity before he’s finally empty, reduced to painful dry heaves that scrape out his throat and make his eyes water. His knees buckle and send him crashing to the floor-he can feel cold sweat trickling down his neck as he attempts to get his breathing under control.

The cramping is worse than before; a sharp pain that feels like knives are stabbing into the lower right side of his stomach. He’s aware that something is really wrong, and that he should definitely call for help, but he doesn’t have the energy or the strength to try. Instead, he squeezes his eyes shut against the tears that threaten to fall and breathes shakily, trying to make the pain go away through sheer willpower.

Yuuri can’t believe that it took less than 24 hours for something to go horribly wrong.

A sensation similar to icy fingers making their way up and down his spine has him sitting bolt upright in bed. He squints at the clock, confused when it reads 3:13 AM. Why is he even awake?

There’s an uneasy feeling deep in his gut; something is horribly wrong. Yuuri moves without making any conscious decision about where to go, making his way down the hallway and into the shared bathroom. His unease gets stronger as he pushes open the door. It’s unlocked.

Inside, Yuri is sprawled out on the floor, curled into the fetal position, unconscious, his face pinched with pain. His face is deathly pale and there are dried tear tracks on his face. Yuuri freezes, horrified, until a weak, pained groan from Yuri sets him into action.

Somehow he manages to find his phone and call an ambulance. While he relays the situation to the emergency center, he threads his fingers through Yuri’s hair, squeezing the younger skater’s hand occasionally. Yuri doesn’t respond except to occasionally shift his position or let out a moan of pain.

The ride to the hospital is a blur; Yuuri doesn’t remember much from it besides the original diagnosis of “appendicitis” and the call to the hospital to prep for surgery.

When they arrive at the hospital, Yuri is whisked away for surgery and Yuuri is sent to wait in the waiting room and given a pile of paperwork to fill out. He’s never been so grateful for his Russian lessons that he took in college as he does his best to provide the requested information and sign off wherever signatures are required. One thing is bothering him, though.

“Why does it say that Yuri is female on his medical records?” Yuuri asks the desk attendant, frowning and squinting at the aforementioned files.

She takes the paper and takes a look for herself. “Yuri Plisetsky, is it?” Yuuri nods. “Yes, we’ve been meaning to correct that, but the paperwork must not have gone through yet. I’ll let them know about that,” she says, jotting a note down on a slip of paper. “Is that all?” she asks, looking at Yuuri expectantly.

He hastily nods and steps back to his mountain of forms, hastily scribbling down the last few bits of information that he needed. It makes sense, in a way; Yuri’s resistance to being seen as cute or beautiful, his reluctance to go in the public baths in Hasetsu, and his insistence on being called Yuri instead of Yurio. He feels a pang of guilt and makes a note to himself to only call Yuri by his given name since it bothers him so much. No more Yurio.

After finishing the rest of the paperwork, Yuuri waits around for another hour before a nurse comes out to talk to him. “The surgery was a success,” she announces. “Yuri is in stable condition and resting. He’s doing much better now, and he should be able to go home in a few days.”

“That’s good to hear,” Yuuri sighs in relief. “Can I see him?”

“Of course. I’ll show you to his room. He should be waking up soon.”

Sure enough, within minutes of arriving at Yuri’s hospital room, the teenager is stirring awake with a groan. His green eyes flicker open slowly, darting around the room before finding Yuri. “’m in a hospital?” he asks groggily. Yuuri nods, and he groans in response.

“You were very sick. I called an ambulance and they found that you had appendicitis, and they took you to the hospital to have it removed.”

“I hate hospitals,” Yuri mutters petulantly, sounding a bit more awake now. “When can I get out of this place?” he demands, folding his arms carefully across his chest to avoid tugging on the IV.

“Well the surgery went well and I got all the paperwork filled out, so as long as you rest,” Yuuri explains, emphasizing the word rest. “You should be able to go home in a few days.”

Yuri lets out a huff of displeasure at the “few days” part, but then his eyes widen at something else that Yuuri said. “Y-you filled out my paperwork?” he asks, sounding uncertain.

“I did,” Yuuri says, looking Yuri right in the eyes. This changes nothing, he tries to communicate silently. I still see you the exact same way. “Now, you’d better get some rest. I told Victor about what happened, and he’s going to come home soon as he can. He’s been very worried about his son, you know.” This time, Yuuri puts special emphasis on the word son, hoping that he can get the message across. Judging by the way Yuri’s face softens slightly, he thinks that Yuri got it. “He keeps texting me for updates.”

“That geezer is not my father,” Yuri complains, a hint of a smile forming on his lips before he ducks behind his long blonde bangs, embarrassed. “And I’m bored! Can’t I at least watch TV or something?”

Yuri is going to be just fine.

[something-to-confess]

Fan Fic Rec Days – Part II: The Hunger Games, Game of Thrones/ASOIAF

Round two of some of the most memorable fic I have ever read. My first rec post is here.

To make this more fun I’ve decided to create imaginary totally legit book covers (Sorry, authors, please don’t be offended, I just dig your stuff!) for these fics.

The Unrecorded Hours by hollycomb aka @hollyhark

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Pairing: Katniss x Peeta

If you’re into: having the giant gaping void between Mockingjay’s ending and the epilogue filled, people choosing each other when they have no choice, emotional healing, poetic prose

“What are you doing?” she asks when he walks into the front room and sits down on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. “Staying,” he says. “There’s no point, the two of us alone in these big houses.” “So you’re going to sit there like a lump and watch me?” Katniss says. She can’t remember being angrier, but that keeps happening, the anger just building and building, never enough relief to level off before more floods in. “I don’t know,” he says. “Do you need watching?” She doesn’t dignify this with an answer. This house has never felt as if it belongs to her, so she doesn’t attempt to throw him out. It’s still a comfort to know his precise location, and she can hear him moving around down on the first floor. Every cabinet drawer that opens in the kitchen and footstep across the wooden floorboards irritates and comforts her. He’s so big. It frustrates her, not just for the amount of noise he makes while walking around, but because his size has made her crave his closeness.

Why you should read it: This, despite originally posted in parts on livejournal, feels like one of the most complete, well-rounded stories I’ve ever read. Everything belongs together and it has a lovely flow, a feeling of journey. It it’s a classic ‘growing back after war and trauma’ story so ubiquitous in this fandom but trust me, this is the be all and end all, the bible! I remember reading it while I was attempting to write something of my own and it was so good and beautiful, it made me go: that’s it then, no need, everything I could have ever hoped to say about these chacacters was said in this fic.It was really cathartic when I first read it, because it seamlessly blends and extends on existing canon so well that you come to completely understand why Katniss and Peeta find each other again and become a family. This story also has some of the most gorgeous prose and besides being tragic (it’s THG, duh!), it is actually very funny, too. It stands up the test of time and, like some of my favourite books, I have come back to it again and again over the years. In fact, I think I’m due a re-read right about now.

this you can keep by electrumqueen

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Pairing: Katniss x Peeta

If you’re into: a surreal concept beautifully woven into a story, poetic language, the terrifying depth of Peeta’s love for Katniss, literally having your heart ripped out

Later Haymitch whispers, his stunt with the heart saved you there. They were going to rescind the rule change but they couldn’t, not after that. Katniss wraps her hands around Peeta’s heart, fluttering against her palms. I don’t understand why he would do this for me. Haymitch’s smile is soft, sharp, knowing, sad. No, he says, I don’t suppose you do.

Why you should read it: This fic works on the premise of ‘detachable hearts’ which you can give to someone. The concept is beautiful and gruesome in the best way, just like the original source material, and the language is just stunning, tearing your heart out metaphorically while you read about people ripping theirs’ from their chests. The prose is so powerful and reduced, Katniss realizes her love for Peeta with a single syllable that’s not even a proper word. Enough said.

I Stand At Your Gate (And The Song That I Sing Is Of Moonlight) by @vixleonard and the many beautiful vignettes in the same ‘verse she has on her tumblr.

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones

Pairing: Jon x Sansa

If you’re into: World War 2 AUs, slightly forbidden love, Sansa being more into Jon than she was ever into her first husband, Jon harboring a crush for years

“I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment I first saw you that night at the diner.  You had on this blue polka dot dress and your hair was down in curls, and I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.  I must have tried a dozen times to gather the courage to ask you to dance, but I was so nervous and then Robb saw you and…Well, you know the rest.”  He takes a final pull from the cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray beside him.  “I’m sorry if I upset you, and if you want me to leave, I will.”

Sansa feels tears stinging her eyes.  “You remember that dress?”

There is genuine anguish on Jon’s face as he turns to look at her. “I remember everything.”

A single tear escapes the corner of her eye and Sansa quickly wipes it away.  Folding her arms over her chest, nearly hugging herself, she murmurs, “I would have danced with you.”

“Sansa,” Jon begins, moving closer to her.  She shivers as his hands settle on her shoulders, and Sansa tries to remember the last time she has been touched like this, the last time someone has touched her with anything but pity.

Why you should read it: This stuff is just complete wish fulfillment, an AU in the best sense of the word. Sansa is a war widow and raising her son on her own. Jon is her late husband Robb’s best friend, recently returned from the war and when he moves into her spare room and becomes a surrogate father to her son, the romantic tension in the house could light a match, y’all. @vixleonard​ is the queen of wish-fulfillment AUs and I have often found myself scrolling through the tags on her tumblr for every snippet she’s written about a specific scenario. They’re all amazing, but this is one of my favourite AU’s, the post-war setting so wonderfully trope-y. Sigh. Who doesn’t want to imagine Jon ogling Sansa in her cute one piece swimsuit when they all go swimming together?

Bonus: A hot as hell sequel, your bordeaux dress uncorked, written by the amazing @misshoneywheeler