#what did i do to deserve you lev

[wordsgood]

on a whim listened to "rescue me" by daughtry for the first time in yeeeeears and i can't believe how well some of it neatly encapsulates the thing i was trying to say about lev and the twins rescuing chance despite him doing nothing to deserve getting rescued. like..... "some say it's hard to make the changes / rescue me, and i'll never be the same"? "rescue me in the middle of my darkest hour / time will tell, i never really had the power"??? the idea that at that point chance has been beaten down so thoroughly that it's unreasonable, even unthinkable, to expect him to try rescuing himself, or to make the sacrifice play for lev and the twins to "earn" redemption in death, but when lev and the twins still try to rescue him anyway, that's when he finds the courage to change? he was functionally powerless, systematically stripped of every good instinct and kind impulse he could ever have developed, until he begs for help that he doesn't "deserve"?????

THAT'S what the whole damn book is about. unearned unconditional love. this is a love story.

[novaursa]

Web of Gold (Aegon is jealous)

- Summary: Alicent could only watch as you handle her son like a lioness who plays with her food.

- Paring: lannister!reader/Aegon II Targaryen

- Note: This part has an extra reader/Aemond interaction. Time is skipping from present to past.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Previous part: aegon has a cold

- Next part: royal wedding

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @purple-1995

The Red Keep is unusually quiet this afternoon as you’re making your way through the castle, intending to visit the gardens where you can enjoy the warm air and perhaps indulge in some idle gossip with your ladies. It’s a perfect day for it, or at least, it was until Aemond Targaryen unexpectedly appears in your path.

He stands in the hallway, arms crossed and expression as stern as ever, as if he’s waiting for some important meeting. When his single, icy violet eye fixes on you, it’s clear he has no such plans. You have the distinct feeling that this encounter is as unwelcome for him as it is for you.

“Aemond,” you greet with your best attempt at politeness, offering a sweet smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “What a surprise to see you here.”

Aemond doesn’t bother with a smile. Instead, he inclines his head slightly, regarding you with that same, unblinking stare that could make a lesser woman wilt. But you’re no lesser woman. “Y/N,” he replies, his voice cool and precise. “I’m surprised to see you without my brother clinging to your skirts. Or did you manage to give him the slip for once?”

You chuckle, deciding to meet his coolness with warmth. It’s what you do best, after all. “Oh, Aegon can’t always keep up with me,” you say with a wink, gliding closer. “He’s busy with kingly duties, you know. Someone has to manage the realm.”

Aemond’s lips twitch, though whether it’s the beginning of a smirk or a grimace, you can’t quite tell. “Yes, I’m sure he’s terribly preoccupied. I imagine it’s quite exhausting, all that lounging about with a goblet in hand.”

You ignore the jab at Aegon’s expense, well aware that this is Aemond’s typical mood—bitter, acerbic, with an ever-present undercurrent of disdain. “Well, he does deserve some rest, don’t you think? After all, he’s got me to keep him on his toes.” You give him a bright smile, the kind that you know Aegon would melt for, but Aemond merely stares at you, as though you’ve sprouted a second head.

“And how fortunate for him,” Aemond mutters, rolling his eye. “I can only imagine what you keep him busy with, though I suspect it involves more idle flattery than sound advice.”

You laugh at that, a light, melodic sound that echoes off the stone walls, but the humor doesn’t reach your eyes. “Oh, Aemond, I didn’t realize you were so interested in my life with Aegon. I thought you preferred to keep to yourself, all stern and serious like some sort of dark knight.”

Aemond’s eye narrows at your teasing, his mouth flattening into a line. “You presume too much,” he says coolly, though he can’t quite disguise the irritation that seeps into his voice. “I have little interest in your affairs, but unfortunately, it seems I am forced to endure them regardless.”

You bat your lashes at him, taking great amusement in needling the typically unflappable Aemond. “Endure? My, my, Aemond, you make it sound as though I’m a burden. Surely you can find some enjoyment in my company.” You place a hand over your heart, feigning a dramatic sigh. “After all, not many get the pleasure of my presence without having to fight Aegon for it.”

Aemond’s expression remains stony, but you catch a flicker of something behind his gaze—annoyance, perhaps, or maybe resignation. “I would hardly call it a pleasure,” he replies dryly, crossing his arms tighter over his chest. “More like an exercise in patience.”

You smirk, unperturbed. “Oh, patience is a virtue, they say. And I’ve been told I can be… a bit trying at times.” You lean closer, dropping your voice to a mock whisper. “But I’m sure a serious, level-headed man like you can manage it.”

Aemond’s jaw tightens as he regards you with barely concealed frustration, and for a moment, you think you might have finally struck a nerve. But then he huffs softly, a sound that might have been a laugh if it weren’t so begrudging. “You are nothing if not persistent,” he concedes, though his tone remains clipped. “I suppose that’s why Aegon finds you so endearing.”

You tilt your head, studying him with a curious smile. “Is that jealousy I hear, Aemond? Surely you don’t wish you had more of my attention?”

Aemond’s eye sharpens, and he steps closer, looming over you with his taller frame. “Hardly,” he retorts, his voice as cold as the North wind. “I prefer company that doesn’t talk my ears off with false pleasantries.”

You pretend to consider his words, then shrug with a grin. “Well, not everyone can appreciate my charms. But I can assure you, Aegon seems to have no complaints.”

Aemond rolls his eye, clearly done with your banter, but before he can walk away, you step into his path, forcing him to pause. “Come now, Aemond, it wouldn’t hurt you to smile every once in a while. It might even soften that terrifying expression of yours.”

He arches a brow, unimpressed. “Why would I need to soften my expression?”

You give a playful shrug, glancing up at him from under your lashes. “Well, it might make you seem less like you’re plotting everyone’s demise at any given moment.”

Aemond actually snorts, though it’s a dry, humorless sound. “You misunderstand me, Y/N. I’m not plotting everyone’s demise.” He leans in slightly, his voice lowering, as if confiding a great secret. “Only a select few.”

You let out another laugh, genuine this time, and Aemond’s lips twitch slightly, as if even he can’t help but find some amusement in your audacity. It’s brief, but you catch the ghost of a smile before his usual stoicism takes over again.

“Well, as long as I’m not on that list,” you reply cheerfully, stepping back and giving him a mock curtsy. “I suppose I shall leave you to your brooding, then.”

Aemond watches you for a moment longer, as though considering whether to respond, but then he simply inclines his head, his expression settling back into cool indifference. “Good day, Y/N,” he says curtly before striding past you, his coat swirling behind him as he disappears down the corridor.

You watch him go, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips. Aemond Targaryen might be as rigid as the Iron Throne itself, but it’s almost fun to poke and prod at that iron shell of his. He may endure your company with all the grace of a man suffering a long sermon, but you know he’ll remember every word.

And that, you think with a smirk, is victory enough.

The Red Keep’s dining hall is bathed in the warm glow of candlelight as the royal family gathers for a dinner. The long table is laden with platters of roast meats, steaming vegetables, and freshly baked bread. It’s meant to be a family meal, a time for unity and bonding, but the atmosphere is already taut with the undercurrents of various rivalries and tensions. At one end of the table, King Viserys looks weary, doing his best to keep up with the conversation between coughs, while Queen Alicent hovers nearby, ever the dutiful wife.

You sit comfortably beside Aegon, who is only halfheartedly stabbing at his food with a fork, glancing up every few moments to check on you. But tonight, for once, your attention isn’t entirely on him. Across the table, Aemond sits with his usual upright posture, speaking to you with a surprising degree of politeness, even if his compliments have that sharp edge he never quite seems able to dull. It’s enough to draw your interest, and Aegon can see it.

“Tell me, Y/N,” Aemond says, his tone smooth, “have you ever read the histories of Old Valyria? I find them quite fascinating—the rise and fall of empires, the shaping the bloodlines. Few truly understand the weight of it.”

You smile at him, leaning in slightly, clearly interested in the conversation. “I have, actually. The legends and lore are beautiful, if not tragic. It’s incredible how much history shapes our present.”

Aegon’s grip on his fork tightens, his knuckles turning pale. He glances between the two of you, his mouth curving into a frown that deepens with each word exchanged. You’re supposed to be looking at him, not his self-important little brother. He coughs loudly, just shy of a theatrical gag, as he leans closer to you. “Y/N,” he says in a voice that’s far too loud for the setting, “you remember that story I told you about that time I fought that wild boar on Dragonstone, don’t you?”

You blink, turning your attention to Aegon, who is now staring at you with an intense, almost desperate expression. “Yes, Aegon,” you reply, though your voice carries a hint of amusement, “you’ve told me that story a few times.”

Aemond’s lips twitch, just the slightest bit, but he says nothing, instead taking a slow sip of his wine. You get the sense he’s enjoying watching Aegon squirm, though he hides it well. Aegon catches the subtle smirk, and his frown deepens. He isn’t about to let Aemond outshine him tonight.

“But did I ever tell you about the time I caught two wild boars, at once?” Aegon blurts, leaning in closer as if the detail will turn the tide of the conversation. “It was quite the ordeal, really. Very dangerous. Everyone said it couldn’t be done, but I proved them wrong.”

Alicent shoots Aegon a withering look from her end of the table, clearly exasperated with his antics, but Aegon doesn’t seem to notice or care. He’s too busy trying to win back your attention.

You give Aegon an indulgent smile, though it’s clear you haven’t entirely forgotten your conversation with Aemond. “That does sound… impressive, Aegon,” you say diplomatically, though you can’t resist glancing back at Aemond, who raises an eyebrow ever so slightly.

Aegon’s eye twitches at your distraction. He reaches for the jug of wine and refills your cup to the brim, his movements overly eager, as if hoping the gesture might sway you. “You know, Y/N, Aemond may know his dusty old books, but I—” He thumps a hand against his chest, nearly knocking over a plate. “—I know how to live. And isn’t that what truly matters?”

Aemond’s expression barely changes, but his single eye gleams with amusement. “Is that so, brother?” he drawls, setting his cup down with a soft clink. “I suppose it takes a certain… perspective to see chasing boars as living.”

Aegon bristles at the veiled insult, his face turning a shade redder than the wine in his cup. He reaches out, draping an arm over your shoulders in an overly possessive manner. “Y/N knows what I mean, don’t you, darling?” He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “You prefer my company, don’t you?”

You manage to suppress a laugh at the sudden shift in his demeanor. It’s like watching a puppy bark at a much larger dog, trying to prove it’s just as fearsome. “Oh, Aegon, you know I appreciate you,” you say, patting his hand in a way that’s meant to soothe, but your amusement is barely hidden.

Helaena, who has been sitting quietly beside Aemond, looks up from her plate of roasted duck and glances between her brothers with mild curiosity, though she seems more fascinated by the way the candlelight reflects off her goblet than the tension in the room. “Boars can be very tricky,” she muses dreamily, as though it’s a perfectly normal contribution to the conversation.

Viserys, who has been struggling to follow along with the rapid exchange, chuckles weakly, though it’s clear he’s not entirely sure what’s happening. “Yes, yes, tricky creatures,” he mumbles, before lapsing back into silence, his weariness overtaking him again.

Aegon takes the opportunity to press closer to you, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper meant to sound sweet, but it comes out more desperate. “You see, Y/N? Even the king agrees with me. I know how to keep life exciting.”

Aemond snorts softly into his wine cup, just loud enough for Aegon to hear. “Yes, brother, you’re certainly a master of excitement. Like that time you… fell off your horse at the tourney? Or was it when you set fire to your own cloak trying to light a candle?”

Aegon’s face flushes with annoyance, his grip on your shoulder tightening. “That was an accident, and everyone knows it!” He turns to you again, trying to recapture your attention with an exaggerated pout. “But you don’t think I’m clumsy, do you, Y/N?”

You look between the two brothers, thoroughly entertained by their bickering, and finally take pity on Aegon, though not without letting a hint of mischief creep into your voice. “Of course not, Aegon. I think you’re… very capable. In your own way.”

Aemond raises his goblet in a mock toast. “Yes, to Aegon’s… unique talents.”

Aegon glares at him, and then, as if he can’t think of a better response, leans closer to you, pressing a noisy, dramatic kiss to your cheek. “You see, Y/N, some people might call my talents unconventional, but I think that just makes me more… interesting.”

You try not to laugh, but the sound escapes despite your best efforts. Aemond rolls his eye again, a faint smirk playing on his lips, but he remains otherwise silent, clearly enjoying Aegon’s discomfort too much to intervene further.

Alicent clears her throat, her patience wearing thin as she glares between her sons. “Enough,” she snaps, her voice low but cutting. “This is a family dinner, not a competition.”

Aegon, undeterred, clinks his goblet against yours with a grin that’s more petulant than charming. “To family, then. And to those who know how to enjoy life to the fullest.”

Aemond merely raises an eyebrow, taking another sip of wine, but you can see the faint amusement lingering in his gaze. He seems content to let Aegon claim his small victory, knowing that the real prize is seeing his older brother squirm with jealousy.

You lean back, enjoying the view of the two brothers’ very different styles of vying for your attention, thinking that this family dinner has turned out to be far more entertaining than you’d expected.

[leviraaaaaa]

"Lev?"

"Yes?" Levi looked up to see you leaning against the door, swaying on your feet. He sighed, realizing how drunk you must be. The night air was sweet, it flowed through your hair as you tried to adjust the stray strands.

You grinned sheepishly, stumbling over to him with unsteady feet. Levi sat up straight, ready to catch you if you fall.

"Whatcha doing out here alone?" You asked confusedly, tilting your head. Loud sounds came from the interior, voices and music tangling together. A lot of people was here in the usually empty house today.

"It was too loud inside." Levi replied. It was true. But perhaps not wholly. A tiny part of Levi knew he was avoiding you really.

Now wasn't that strange? Avoiding his newly-wed wife? On his wedding night?

But that was the problem.

It had been hours since he murmered the vows with you, your hands in his. It had been hours since then, but he still couldn't quite believe it. He still flinched every time his eyes fell on the gleam on his fingers.

It was a quite small wedding really. Go to the church, say your vows, then come back home with the guests. There weren't a lot of people left in you and Levi's life to invite, but there was still a handful. The brats, along with some Marleyan friends and acquaintances, the house was filled.

Levi had stayed in for the first few hours, talking to people, watching you talk to people. But then it became all too much. The questions, the teasings–it was too much. It was already too much for him, the bare concept of it, the fact that you were truly his now, it was all too much.

It felt like a dream, truly. You looked like a dream.

And he was so scared any second he might wake up.

So he stepped out, leaving you with all your friends as you laughed your head out at something Jean said. You gave a worried glance at Levi when he was leaving the room, but he only nodded, a gesture that all was well. Levi only needed to breathe a damn second.

What am I doing here? He thought.

What is she doing here with me?

This isn't how it should've been. You shouldn't have been stuck with him. You deserve better, someone whole, not..not someone as fucked as he was.

But yet there you were, clad in white with the brightest smile in your face. All throughout the day, he had not seen that smile fade once.

A girl like you had chosen him. Chosen him to spend your life with.

You were his now.

"I was always yours." You had told him right after. "I'd dedicated my heart for you, back in the first day of scouts, don't you know?"

He had wanted to run away then. Get the hell out of there because he didn't deserve the way you were looking at him.

He never did.

But here he was.

"Hey!" You snapped your fingers in front of him. "Heyyy! Earth to Levi?"

"Yes?" He looked up startled, broken from those parasites in his head. "Yeah, sorry. Just thinking." You tutted disapprovingly.

Levi stared at you, scowling at how red your face was. "God, brat. How much did you drink?"

"I did not!" You gasped dramatically, hands flying to your chest as you clutched your heart. "I'm just..tipsy."

"You're going to be so fucking hungover tomorrow." He shook his head. "Just tipsy, huh?"

"Yes." You said defensively. "Also it's not my fault, Reiner made me drink."

"Of course he did." He sighed.

You put your hands on your hips, staring down at him. Then suddenly you leaned down, peering closely at him with parted lips and squinted eyes, head tilted with curiosity, like you were just seeing him now for the first time.

Levi instinctively leaned back. You were too close. "What?"

"Levi." You mutter.

"Yes?" He asked warily. You and your randomness wasn't anything new to him but it still leaves him on his toes everytime. Specially when you're drunk, there's no telling what you might do.

You observed his face with such intensity he felt warmth flooding his cheeks. You pulled back, finally seemed to have made up your mind on something.

"I think I like you a little."

Levi almost snorted then. Trying his best to hold back the smile that was tugging on his lips, he scoffed. "A little? Brat, you're married to me."

The information was absolutely new to you, it appeared. You pondered on his words, thinking closely. "Hmm" You hummed. "Yes. I think I like you a lot now that you mention it." You grinned. You didn't quite remember what he was talking about but you liked it. Being married wouldn't be bad.

"I know." His lips quirked. Such a rare sight.

Such a pretty sight, you thought.

"Do you like me?"

"Hm? Actually, no I don't think so. Not really."

You pouted. "But you're married to me too."

He reached for your waist, pulling you to his lap. Your legs straddled him. "Is that so?"

He smiled.

"Actually, I think I love you."

You grinned widely at the response, butterflies bursting in your stomach and your face flushed. "You're a simp."

"Definitely." He kissed your forhead. "For you? Definitely."

"And clingy."

"Shouldn't have married me then."

"You love me?"

"I love you."

You nodded thoughtfully.

"I changed my mind. I think I like you a whole lot. This much–" You streched your arms wide to show him the amount.

"You don't love me? You said you did."

"I did?" You squinted, considering his words. You let your fingers trace his face, running them over his scars. "You have a pretty face. So I must do."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"A whole lot."

"So you love anyone with a pretty face?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Huh?" You paused. " No. Not sure. They don't have faces like you. "

A small smile. You stared wonderingly. The moonlight shone bright across his face and you wondered if this was an angel.

An angel said he loved you.

"You love me?" You repeated the question again.

"I love you."

"That's... nice of you."

He snorted. "How generous of me huh?"

"I'm married to you?"

"Yup. Just today."

"Forever?"

"Definitely."

"So you're mine?"

"Yours."

"You're so nice." You stared at him. His gray eyes gazed into yours. "Can I kiss you?"

"Do you want to?"

You nodded. You wanted to. You really, really wanted to. The silvery moonlight carressed his lips and you wondered if he tasted like stars.

"Im yours, aren't I?"

You gave him a shy smile. But slowly, hesitantly, you leaned forward. Pressing his lips against his. Then pulled away.

"They're so soft" wonder dripped your voice.

His face heated up a little. His ears turning red. "You should get drunk more often." He murmured.

"I'm not drunkkk," You whined, leaning again to kiss him. You held it longer this time, feeling him press back against you. Euphoria spread through your blood, mixing with the already existent alcohol. You lost all ability to form coherent thoughts, not that you had much ability today. And When you pulled away, you felt happiness. In the purest form.

"You're the nicest person I've ever met."

It was him to lean forward this time, and he didn't let go.

"I hope so."

A whisper against your lips.

@sad-darksoul

[sophistired18]

Random kryk hcs bc why not!

-Kuroo definitely fell first but kenma was the one who pointed it out: "Kuro, for hating this guy as much as you do, you sure don't shut up about him"

-Kuroo feels betrayed by his keen observation skills bc now he cant help but notice how yaku's eyebrows scrunch when he's frustrated or how his tongue sticks out when he's focused. The worse thing is he can't help but think its cute. This puts him in a dilemma bc this is the guy he's supposed to hate.

-yaku on the otherhand can't help but think kuroo is an absolute jerk who won't leave him alone. (He eventually thinks of kuroo as a close friend, but he's still both of these things)

-I've already said this before, but they definitely always sat together on the bus (kai never wanted to get in between them)

-When they got in a relationship, they never told kai but they knew he definitely knew. (They both had cleanup duty after class and Kai was wondering what was taking them so long. He found them kissing in the class and he just sighed turned around and acted like he saw nothing)

-Yaku's toes get cold at night, so he shoves them between kuroos legs

-Kuroo loves kissing yaku's freckles. (It was the biggest revelation to him when he saw yaku's freckles all over his body when they were changing in the lockeroom first year. He has never been the same since and now he makes sure to let yaku know how much he loves them)

-Kryk didn't like their seniors much, so when they were becoming 3rd years, they talked abt what they were going to do better. Kai suggested they do a team morale kind of thing, so kuroo and yaku nerded out and made up the "we are blood" anthem in chem class

-Yaku likes pulling down Kuroos tie to kiss him. Kuroo is a masochist so he doesn't complain abt the neck pain

-Although one time when they were secretly making out in a cramped storage closet for like 20 minutes, kuroo came out of it with his neck sore since it was super uncomfortable bending down for so long in a tight space (he beared with it bc of the heat of the moment but now it was really catching up to him). Yaku refused to kiss him for 4 days until he caved to Kuroos pleads that 'it didn't hurt that bad'

-Kuroo gets jealous easily, but he never thought it would ever be towards the team. Usually he's chill and only ever treats his juniors well (for the most part) but one time when they were all changing in the lockeroom, Lev saw a big freckle on yaku's back and poked at it out of curiosity (bc he's an idiot) and yaku shrieked and proceeded to scold at him. Something in kuroo snapped (bc he's the only one who can touch yaku's freckles) and he was extra strict and relentless on correcting Lev's blocking. This made everyone alittle confused on his behavior, not bc Lev didn't deserve it (he needs to get better anyways) but bc he was acting differently: "Hey, don't you think Kuroo-san is acting a bit harsher to Lev than usual? Its like he and Yaku-san switched places..."

-When Yaku gets jealous, he's more silent about it and refuses to admit it, usually he acts like nothing is wrong. But kuroo knows that a silent yaku definitely means something is wrong so he pokes and pries until yaku finally decides to tell him. Eventually they get better at communicating this.

-Yaku is usually more reluctant on physical affection, but when he makes the first move, kuroo swears his heart will explode

-Sometimes Yaku nonchalantly says blunt compliments to Kuroo without realizing what he said: "We should come to this beach again. I like how the sunset looks on the water. It reminds me of your eyes" and kuroo will just sit in confused shock and fluster. Yaku will ask him what's wrong and Kuroo will be like "DID YOU JUST COMPARE MY EYES TO THE SUNSET??" and then its yaku's turn to fluster and try to take back what he said. (Yaku's bluntness is his greatest weapon that just so happens to stab him in the back too)

- Yaku gets fixated on Kuroos slender hands and when their fingers are interlocked, he'll complain that it shouldn't be possible his hands are that big compared to his and kuroo will just say "maybe its just that your hands are too small" and then yaku bites his finger

- Yaku also always steals a bite of food from his friends or juniors, which makes kuroo realize Yaku doesn't really steal his food and when he offers yaku his food, yaku usually declines. This makes kuroo get a little sad and he offhandedly brought it up to kenma who just looked at him weird: "Kuro, usually people get sad when other people steal their food, not the other way around." Kuroo had enough and decided to confront yaku about why he never steals his food, and yaku just says "Because you have the worst taste in food" and kuroo just sulks. Yaku just laughs at him until he finally admits the truth: "You big idiot, why would I wanna steal from the person I love?" (Kuroo doesn't get upset anymore but he always gets super happy now whenever yaku accepts food he offers to him)

- Yaku's favorite spot to sleep is on Kuroo's chest, and its the only time he'll acknowledge the fact that he appreciates their height difference so that he can feel kuroo's limbs totally surround him when theyre cuddling. He'll definitely never admit that to kuroo though.

For timeskip i have a ton of diff hcs on how they navigate that, but lemme know if anyone's interested in hearing me ramble abt that!

[treufurz]

first hug with the nekoma members

I happened to do some research and apparently it’s considered rude in Japan to hug people :’) and it’s something usually only couples do, so why not write some first hug prompts with my fav team, yay! i always see first kiss but my touch starved ass believes in hug supremacy 

type: fluff, gn!reader (implied female at yamamotos) x nekoma boys (unfortunately no teshiro)

warnings: none! maybe yamamoto being silly 🤗 also lowercase intended, not proof read so sorry for any typos !! 

summary: you hugging your friend (who happens to have a crush on you) for the first time!

#1 TETSURŌ KUROO

when you approached the captain after practice, he wasn’t surprised. you guys would often walk to the train station together with kenma, so he assumed this was the case. “hey! finished everything up already?” you chirped, arriving in front of him and smiling. he nodded, gesturing at his bag and humming. “kenma’s still getting changed.” taking the chance of him extending his arm, you slipped below and pressed your body against his chest. he froze up for a second, about to hug you back until you had already slipped away from his touch. he beat himself up about it later </3

#2 NOBUYUKI KAI

“need some help?” his voice echoed in your ears and you spun around in surprise. “ah, kai! good morning! yes, i’d appreciate that.” you had been trying to build up the net for practice and kai had luckily arrived shortly after you. he fixed your mistake with ease, finishing it up faster than you expected. “all done.” he spoke, giving you a thumbs up. you hesitated, but gave him a quick hug that was extended by kai tightning his grip around you and patting your back a few times, before finally releasing you. in the end, you were more flustered about it than him.

#3 MORISUKE YAKU

“y’know, yaku, i think you’re a bit harsh on lev sometimes.” you spoke, facing the 3rd year. he stayed silent for a second, before speaking. “he deserves it.” before he was able to move on, you continued. “i don’t think you’re that short though, yakkun. it’s great for hugging!” a light red hue spread along his cheeks, him turning away from you. that was, until he felt your arms wrap around his body and he completely froze up, somehow being able to reciprocate your touch. “see?” 

#4 TAKETORA YAMAMOTO

it’s no secret that yamamoto was scared to talk to girls, but you wanted to change that. when you found out why he was avoiding you, you did your best on befriending him and somehow managed to do it after two weeks of being the manager. yamamoto had insisted on walking you home, so you complied after his constant begging all day. arriving in front of your home, he bowed before you and wished you a good night. he started walking off until you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into your embrace. let’s just say, you broke him.

#5 KENMA KOZUME

with kenma, the hug was out of nowhere. the boys had just returned from their run (even though it was very cold outside) and most of them were warmed up, except for one certain member. he was pathetically standing next to kuroo, shaking like a madman, and you shook your head at his carelessness. you approached him, looking at him one last time before pressing your body against his in an attempt to warm him up. his cheeks heated up, but he didn’t really know what to do so he simply wrapped his free arm around you lazily, enjoying the heat. the rest of the boys couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous.

#6 SHŌHEI FUKUNAGA

when you saw shōhei getting the balls with inuoka, you just got hit with the urge randomly. he was there and you were cold, so why not? you got up from the bench, putting your notebook and pencil down and jogged over to him. he looked at you in silence, waiting for you to say something until you opened your arms and looked at him expectantly. he tried to understand what you were doing, inuoka having to come for help and pushed him forward slightly. finally getting at your idea, he shyly complied and wrapped his arms around you. when you parted, he was as red as a tomato.

#7 SŌ INUOKA

in this case, inuoka was actually the one who initiated the hug. while on a walk, he saw a couple hugging and his mind immediatly wandered to you, happy with the idea he just got. once he entered the gym building after changing into his correct attire, his eyes landed on you and he jogged over to your side, grinning at you. “ah, good morning sō! do you need something?” you smiled up at him. he nodded. “can i hug you?” he asked, you blushing a little bit at his direct behavior. “oh! sure!” you agreed, standing up and extending your arms for him. he squeezed you against him tightly, you laughing a bit at his intensity. he hugged you more often after that :)

#11 LEV HAIBA

like inuoka, he was the one that initiated the hug. since one of his parents was european, hugging was normal in his family and he just wanted to do it one day when he saw you all cuddled up in a jacket you borrowed from a friend. he thought you looked cute, so he went up to you and engulfed your body in his arms. “oi- lev?!” you exclaimed, surprised at his gesture. nonetheless he didn’t let go, and waited until you hugged him back to release his grip. 

#12 YŪKI SHIBAYAMA

“yūki, could you help me with this?” you called out, showing him a riddle on your phone. he nodded, sitting down next to you and explaining it to you, waiting until you finally understood. in that moment you were just grateful for his help, and didn’t hesitate from getting up and hugging him quickly. personally he thought it was too short, ignoring the small blush on his face at the sudden body contact. he definitely gave you multiple hints of wanting another hug after that.

[youronlylie]

I NEED to go on a rant about something, Tlou2 Abby haters are actually something else like.. did you NOT play the game??

In all reality Ellie is the one who takes it too far, she kills everyone close to Abby and wipes out nearly an entire state, she's driven by this thirsty bloodshed for revenge, pushing the ones closest to her away.

Abby makes it her goal to strike revenge on one individual joel, she SPARES ellie and Tommy. All Abby ever wanted to accomplish was a simple well deserved revenge, Joel is by far means not a good person, never the hero, he was human and committed some terrible shit that came back and bit him in the ass.

Abby, is a very well thought out character, her and ellie being direct parallels make the story so much deeper, how can you not sympathize with the both of them? Ellie was on the verge of forgiving Joel after two years of not talking, then he was stolen from her, just like how Abbys father was ripped from her hands.

Another thing, I understand how people are upset by how quickly Abby adopted lev but the way I think about it, it's like Abby at the time sort of feels pushed out of her group just like ellie, she brutally tortured Joel and that had let people have a different perception about her, at the point her and Lev meet she's almost murdered by some scar, LEV helps her and since he's younger I'd obviously think Abby feels some sort of parental responsibility to Lev. Yes its like some sort of betrayal to the wlf but what else was she supposed to do? I think a deeper part of her was curious about the scars, attempting to understand their diverse cultish behavior.

Idk I have more but this was just some of what I knew I had to type out.

[l44serbeam]

Have you ever considered Mechanic!abby 🫣 like peeking up readers skirt from under that lil roller thing covered in grease😩 girls deserve to be pounded on the hood of a truck as a treat

OOOUUUUUUUU🙈🙈🙈😝😝🫦🫦 i like how ur mind thinks

i kinda got carried away and ended up with this detailed creation LOL i’ve been wanting to write abt abby for a while and took advantage of this request

— OIL CHANGE ★ 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨��� 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings: y/n is quite the raunchy gyal, y/n also has like a sorta y2k hot pink fem vibe, lowk perv abby, mentions of drinking, pet names, smut, heavy petting, oral (r!receiving), making out, the knee thing (ikik it has a clutch on my im j rlly gay)

yall read the requestttt😝😝

not proofread

“Lev!”

Silence.

“Leeeeeevvvv!!”

Silence.

“LEV!!”

“Um. I don’t think Lev is here.” A voice chipped from the front desk.

Abby tumbled through the door from the backroom of the auto-shop behind the counter, her face pink from what could’ve been heat or embarrassment and her eyes wide.

“Uh- Im so sorry I thought he was still around. I mean, he was like five seconds ago.” Abby laughed, her hand scratching the back of her neck. Y/n laughed, leaning her elbows on the counter.

“What you doing here y/n?” Abby asked, surprised by the sudden appearance. Abby had known y/n from around. She was a friend of many of Abbys friends and the two had partied together a few times, but had never actually gotten to know each other privately.

Pretty much all Abby knew about in regards to y/n was that she was incredibly attracted to her. The very first time they’d met, their friend having brought them both along to a party at a club a few months ago, Abby had interacted with the girl and immediately wanted her. Her hot pink dress that hugged her figure tightly and lips that glimmered with gloss that night called to her. Her cheeky and brazen personality read brat all over it with tons of pink glitter dumped on it and Abby wanted a taste of it.

Now was the first time Abbyd seen her in a casual situation and she couldn’t help but swallow harshly at the sight that her style didnt water down even slightly on a daily basis.

Her tightly cropped pink long sleeve, the hem of the sleeves decorated with a lighter pink fur, and tiny denim skirt that showed the entirety of her legs had Abby eyeing her up and down the second she caught a glimpse of her full figure.

“Needed to get the oil of my car changed and i remembered that youre like the car genius.” Y/n said, batting her eyelashes prettily at the muscular girl.

Oh she shouldnt be real. Abby thought to herself.

“You’ve come to the right place pretty. Pull the car round back.” She instructed, throwing a hand towel over her shoulder.

“Yes ma’am.” Y/n said coyly, walking backwards for a second to flash a slick smile, then turn around and walk out, Abbys eyes pasted on the back of her legs the seconds she turned. Her eyes lingered, like if she stared hard enough the skirt would lift even the slightest of an inch and show the bottom of the supple skin of her ass.

When Abby caught herself staring, she shook her harshly. You’re worse than a man. She reprimanded herself.

Walking out to the back, Abby set up her tools as she watched y/n pull into the marked spot on the concrete, her black ford fiesta decorated with stickers in the bumper and there was a thin pink line that was painted onto the sides. Abby couldn’t help but giggle at the large pink dices hanging from the interior rearview mirror.

Abby loved y/ns femininity and the way she wore it with no remorse or hesitation. She wore it for no one but herself. The men that dogged after her faced brutal rejection because she didn’t dress like that to appeal to them. No, she didn’t even like men like that. She did it because thats who she is.

And oooohhh the way that made Abby feel.

As y/n hopped out of her car, throwin her keys and purse into the passengers seat and shutting the door.

“Mk you can sit over there this wont take long.” Abby said, pointing to the row of chairs against the wall next to the car.

“Ou how luxurious.” Y/n sneered. Walking towards them.

Abby snorted and began getting to work, placing a tire lifter under one of the tires and securing it in the air.

Y/ns eyes lingered on Abbys arm as she pumped the car up, her braid falling over her shoulder and to hang next to her face. Her white tank was already painted with grease from her past jobs. In all honesty, y/n was at the car shop for more than just an oil change.

Saturday from last week was why she was really there. A party at a gay club that their mutual friend invited them both to and after an hour there led to Abby and y/n having quite the tantalizing conversation. A few shots of tequila in, Abby ended up sat on a bar stool, y/n standing between her legs slightly too close to me merely friendly. They’d interchanged slight backstories like where they worked, how they met their mutual friends, and the recents of their love life. That was the main reason that y/n was here.

Nah im not seeing anyone. Not looking for nothing serious really just like wanna fuck around with pretty girls. Abby said, close to y/ns face as to hear each other over the music.

If you’re fucking around with pretty girls than how come we haven’t. She responded, turning her head to talk into Abbys ear with a sly smile.

What do you think im trying to do right now dummy?

But that night ended up with y/n running out the club with her friend who was drunk beyond comprehension, rushing to get an uber to take the two of them to her house.

Y/n loved her friends and would never be mad at having to take care of them in a given situation, but damn it if she said she wasn’t cursing her friend shed be lying for losing the developing flow between her and Abby.

So when her friend had suggested to y/n she should get her oil changed, she caught the opportunity shes been looking for to get ahold of Abby, considering they never got the chance to interchange numbers before y/n had to leave.

Y/n was distracted from her phone when she heard Abby say something from under the car, her back laid on a wooden rolling plank to slide in and out from under.

“Sorry what?” Y/n asked, standing up and walking to the side Abby was.

“When was the last time you got it changed?” She repeated, Sliding out from under and sitting up, to wipe her hands.

“Hmmm like a year and a half maybe?” Y/n shrugged.

“Should’ve called me up sooner.” Abby said, looking up at the girl from her seat.

“I would’ve if i had a way to do so.” She responded, crossing her hands in front of her chest and leaning back against the pillar next to the parking stop.

“You have to light three candles and say my name into a mirror.” She quipped, making y/n laugh.

Suddenly, y/ns phone rang urgently and she looked down at the contact.

“One sec.” She said before answering, pushing herself off the pillar and turning around.

Abby laid back down on the plank, ready to go back under the car but before she did shoe caught a glimpse of lilac between y/ns thighs. From this angle, Abby had a clear view of y/n’s ass, the soft supple skin that peaked down. Abby couldn’t help but lick her lips, rather excited by the view.

Abruptly, y/n turned back around which sent Abby to frantically whip her head and search around her for some tool she didn’t even know she was looking for.

Little known to her, Y/n had caught it, realizing exactly what Abby saw.

I knew wearing good panties would pay off.

Y/n hung up the phone and walked towards Abby. “Sorry it was a friend of mine. Lost her cat and shes freaking.”

“Don’t worry. This shouldn’t take that much longer.” Abby said, going back under the car on the plank and continuing her work.

Y/n stood watching Abby work, her knees bent out from under the car, being lifted enough for y/n to see glimpses of Abbys arms and face. God she wanted her.

Walking up to the car, she leaned against it next to where Abby laid. “So what have you been up to? Been fucking around with some pretty girls lately?” She snorted.

Abby chuckled from underneath. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” She responded, her sultry voice muffled.

“Im just so curious Ab.” Y/n giggled, extending the o in so.

Abby rolled back out from under the car and laid eyes on the girl standing against the car, her arms crossed in-front of her chest and her legs crossed over each other. She had a mischievous glimpse in her eye, one that Abby wasn’t sure how to dissect considering it was always present in her eyes.

Y/n brought her leg forward and lightly kicked Abbys leg with her platform.

As she extended her leg, from beneath Abby could clearly see her clothes mound, her eyes frantically running around trying to avoid looking so obvious. When her eyes fell onto y/n’s own, she saw the bashful smirk on her lips and the tilt of her head.

She knows exactly what shes doing.

Abby stood up, quickly towering over the girl in pink. Out of instinct, y/n pressed her back against the car as Abby got closer.

“Is this what you came down here for?” Abby sneered, darkness growing within her eyes. Y/n looked up at the muscular girl with round eyes, her bottom lip catching in between her teeth.

“What is it baby? You want me to fuck you, is that it?” She said, confidence bubbling in her chest as y/n’s hand pressed onto her chest and looked up at her.

“You’ve kept me waiting Abs.” Y/n groaned.

“Me?” Abby chuckled, her hands coming up to the girls waist. “You’re the one that left running the other night.”

Before y/n could even think of replying, Abbys lips pounced on hers, the kiss immediately heated and desperate.

Their bodies pushed and pulled against one another’s, hands clawing at each other and the noises coming from their mouths obscene.

Abbys lips jumped from y/n’s own and onto her neck, biting and sucking at the space below her ear. Y/n breathed heavily, faint whines leaving her lips at the feeling of Abbys knee pressing against her clit, the heat of the denim and cotton in between their bodies sending bolts through y/ns spine.

Abbys hand wandered below y/ns top, her hand kneading and palming her breasts, the combination of stimulation making y/n automatically rock her hips lightly against Abbys thigh, searching for any kind of release.

Abbys tongue shot into y/n’s mouth to drown the growing moans tumbling from her lips.

“Keep quiet for me pretty girl.” Abby instructed before collapsing to her knees before the pink clothes girl.

“Fuck.” Y/n hissed under her breath at the sight of the larger girl sitting on her knees and looking up at her, her fingers hooking onto the lilac panties blocking her way.

“This ok?” Abby asked, her thumbs caressing the soft skin on y/n’s hips. She desperately nodded im response, Abby shaking her head.

“No baby, words.” She instructed.

“Yes Abby- please.” y/n babbled, her hands coming to push strands of hair that had falles out of Abbys braid behind her ear.

With a shit eating grin, Abby pulled down y/ns panties, wetness pooling on the material that made Abby groan.

Diving beneath the skirt, she didn’t wait for a second to lick a long, painfully slow stride along her, separating y/ns and ending with a flick on her clit.

One of y/ns hands flew to the back of Abbys head, the other cupping over her mouth to stifle the moans that fell from her lips.

Abby went to town on y/ns burning pussy, sucking and flicking in places that made y/ns body twitch and whine.

Her tongue caught itself in y/ns clenched hole, teasing it repeatedly as she felt y/n pulsate around nothing, pleadingly trying to grip onto anything given.

“Oh fuck Abby.” Y/n mewled, making Abby groan into her, the vibrations on her clit making her to fold forward slightly.

Abbys hand came to the back of y/n’s thigh, lifting it up and placing the back of her knee on her shoulder, the newfound angle almost making y/n scream as Abby went down on her.

“Shit Abby- Im close.” Y/n moaned, her grip on the girls hair tight and burning, making Abby more and more feral by the second as Y/n’s hips rocked against her face.

“Cum for me baby.” Abby mumbled into y/n’s mound, the very vibrations of her words sending y/n over the edge.

Y/n’s legs shook, her thighs coming to squeeze around Abbys head, her mouth falling open and her eyes squeezing shut. The rope within y/n’s stomach snapped and Abby didn’t falter her lapping on her pussy, breathing in and licking up all of y/w wetness as it dripped down her chin.

When y/n’s moans of pleasure started becoming whines of overstimulation, Abby separated, pulling up y/n panties that rested at her ankles.

When she stood back up, y/n immediately gripped her by the back of the neck and slammed into her, tasting her own juices on her lips.

“You’re good at that.” y/n laughed lightly as the two barely separated.

“Why thank you.” Abby snickered back.

Y/ns phone rang, sitting on the top of the car. When she reached for it and saw the contact, she sighed, swiping to pick up the call.

“Yes?” Y/n said sourly into the phone, Abby smiling into her neck at her attitude as she pressed kisses into it. “Are you for real right now?” She groaned. “Ill be there in 30.”

Y/n hung up the phone and Abby rose her head again. “The change is done. I just gotta make sure everything screwed it well.” Abby said, her face not even closely suiting the words coming out if her mouth considering she had a big smile plastered onto her lips.

“Perfect. What do i owe you?” Y/n asked referring to the oil change.

“A date.” Abby said without hesitation.

Y/n laughed at the sureness and placed her hand on Abbys chest.

“Consider it paid.”

[bookishdreamer28]

"Levi...LEVI!" you screamed as loud as you could. The rumbling had just ended. Eren was gone. When I saw Mikasa holding his head, I broke down in tears along with Armin. He was like my brother I never had. And I couldn't bear the thought of losing Levi too now.

"Lev- LEVI PLEASE ANSWER ME!" You yelled frantically, while looking around. The only sound, were the cries from the people who finally got the chance to hold their dear one in their arms again. And I needed this too.

When I finally caught a glimpse of the familiar raven hair, I started running. I saw him sitting there, looking lost. Sad. He wasn't really able to move. I could hear my name coming out from his lips. He was scraing for me too.

When he saw me, he made the move to get up but he couldn't. I reached his side and hugged him. Hugged him as tight as possible. He hugged me back, the same way. Fearing that we might disappear from each other's arms.

"Levi..." i whispered and felt tears running down my face. He grabbed the back of my neck and rested my head on the crook of his neck.

"Sshhh it's already darling. We're here together." He voice was shaking. He looked like he was going to cry so hard.

"I thought I lost you too. I was so scared when I didn't saw you anywhere." My hand went to his cheek and rubbed the skin there softly.

He wanted to say so much more but he felt like his throat was closing. But he didn't need to. I could see it in his eyes.

The words he wanted to say. Everything he had in his mind. He might never shown me with actions and words at thebeginning, what he truly felt. But I knew when I looked in his eyes. Cause his eyes were the mirror of his soul. And it was enough for me to know, what he truly felt.

Levi looked me in the eyes and smiled fondly.

"It's over." He said, as if trying to actually comprehend all this.

"And we're still here. Together. Like we promised all those times before." His hand played with my hair.

"Yeah. We're here now. We're ok." I whispered back, hugging his side.

"I don't know if you still want to stay with me though." I gave him a questioning look. He chuckled.

"Look at me. I don't know if I can offer you what you truly deserve. A life full of great and beautiful memories. I'm incapable of providing you what you need. And my heart breaks just at the thought of losing you, but if this is what it takes, so you can actually have a happy life then-" before he could finish, I pressed our lips together.

His arm circled my waist, pulling me closer.

Then I pulled away a little.

"What I need is you. I have always wanted you. Since the very beginning. I don't need luxury or big homes or anything fancy in order to be happy. Cause I'm happy with you. And that's more than enough I'm serious."

He was in a little shock and then he grabbed my hand and said "Then let's leave, my love. Together." He kissed my forehead. "Let's go stay in this dream house of yours you talked about nonstop." He teased me. I smiled remembering the days, where me and him laid on his bed, and I was talking about how I pictured our future, while the only thing he did was rolling his eyes, trying to act like he didn't care and all.

"Together." I said, hugging him tight.

After all these, it is hard to go back like nothing ever happened. But since we have each other, we're ready to star something new.

~~~~~~

Another Levi post cuz I love this man sm ( ╥ω╥ )

Thank you for reading 🖤

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[quotesfrommyreading]

In the terrible winter of 1932–33, brigades of Communist Party activists went house to house in the Ukrainian countryside, looking for food. The brigades were from Moscow, Kyiv, and Kharkiv, as well as villages down the road. They dug up gardens, broke open walls, and used long rods to poke up chimneys, searching for hidden grain. They watched for smoke coming from chimneys, because that might mean a family had hidden flour and was baking bread. They led away farm animals and confiscated tomato seedlings. After they left, Ukrainian peasants, deprived of food, ate rats, frogs, and boiled grass. They gnawed on tree bark and leather. Many resorted to cannibalism to stay alive. Some 4 million died of starvation.

At the time, the activists felt no guilt. Soviet propaganda had repeatedly told them that supposedly wealthy peasants, whom they called kulaks, were saboteurs and enemies—rich, stubborn landowners who were preventing the Soviet proletariat from achieving the utopia that its leaders had promised. The kulaks should be swept away, crushed like parasites or flies. Their food should be given to the workers in the cities, who deserved it more than they did. Years later, the Ukrainian-born Soviet defector Viktor Kravchenko wrote about what it was like to be part of one of those brigades. “To spare yourself mental agony you veil unpleasant truths from view by half-closing your eyes—and your mind,” he explained. “You make panicky excuses and shrug off knowledge with words like exaggeration and hysteria.”

He also described how political jargon and euphemisms helped camouflage the reality of what they were doing. His team spoke of the “peasant front” and the “kulak menace,” “village socialism” and “class resistance,” to avoid giving humanity to the people whose food they were stealing. Lev Kopelev, another Soviet writer who as a young man had served in an activist brigade in the countryside (later he spent years in the Gulag), had very similar reflections. He too had found that clichés and ideological language helped him hide what he was doing, even from himself:

I persuaded myself, explained to myself. I mustn’t give in to debilitating pity. We were realizing historical necessity. We were performing our revolutionary duty. We were obtaining grain for the socialist fatherland. For the five-year plan.

There was no need to feel sympathy for the peasants. They did not deserve to exist. Their rural riches would soon be the property of all.

But the kulaks were not rich; they were starving. The countryside was not wealthy; it was a wasteland. This is how Kravchenko described it in his memoirs, written many years later:

Large quantities of implements and machinery, which had once been cared for like so many jewels by their private owners, now lay scattered under the open skies, dirty, rusting and out of repair. Emaciated cows and horses, crusted with manure, wandered through the yard. Chickens, geese and ducks were digging in flocks in the unthreshed grain.

That reality, a reality he had seen with his own eyes, was strong enough to remain in his memory. But at the time he experienced it, he was able to convince himself of the opposite. Vasily Grossman, another Soviet writer, gives these words to a character in his novel Everything Flows:

I’m no longer under a spell, I can see now that the kulaks were human beings. But why was my heart so frozen at the time? When such terrible things were being done, when such suffering was going on all around me? And the truth is that I truly didn’t think of them as human beings. “They’re not human beings, they’re kulak trash”—that’s what I heard again and again, that’s what everyone kept repeating.

  —  Ukraine and the Words That Lead to Mass Murder

[kimbapisnotsushi]

it's akaashi's birthday!!! you guys know what that means!!!!!!!!!! have some timeskip special headcanons about akaashi and co. let's go!!!!

i think akaashi deserves a spin-off about his misadventures in the manga department honestly

gekkan shoujo nozaki kun. sekaiichi hatsukoi. bakuman. there is a lesson to be learned here people!!!!!

tenma gifts him a planner for his birthday and the first thing he does after opening it is mark all of tenma's deadlines. which he also has recorded in his phone calendar. AND he has them memorized. AND on sticky notes scattered throughout the office

tenma: you know i got you this planner so that you wouldn't have to put sticky notes everywhere, right? akaashi, sleep-deprived and running on five cups of coffee: time waits for no one, udai-san

the office has a special "akaashi keiji emergency rest kit" for when he falls asleep at his desk

it's got a blanket if it's cold, a pillow they tuck under his head, a bottle of water and snacks they leave next to him if he gets hungry/thirsty when he wakes up, and an eye mask that they put on him after they take off his glasses

idk i think the whole office really loves akaashi

and he really loves them back!!!! they're a team!!! they work together!!!! deadlines might be hell but at least it's a hell they're united in!!!

akaashi finding love and contentment and happiness in a place he initially wasn't sure about is everything to me okay

also i think he wingmans tenma and akiteru. i think it'd be very funny.

akaashi knows it's bad when he catches tenma drafting a whole new romance plot and he's like "udai-san. please. you have something due in five days you canNOT be doing this right now"

honestly akaashi just wants them to get together so that tenma will stop being dreamy and distracted and ACTUALLY focus on getting his manuscript done on time

and then they DO get together and akaashi is subjected to even more dreamy sighs and staring off into the distance and whatnot

tenma is such a disaster you guys i love him

ALSO YOU KNOW HOW MANGAKAS HAVE A LIL MASCOT TO REPRESENT THEMSELVES IN THE AUTHOR'S NOTE. TENMA'S IS DEFINITELY SOME KIND OF CROW

someone asks tenma if he has a favorite pro vball player and tenma says "hinata shouyou" with the BIGGEST smile on his face and hinata almost cries

LMAO HOW FUNNY WOULD IT BE IF KENMA OFFERED TO BANKROLL AND DEVELOP A ZOMBIE KNIGHTS VIDEO GAME

i mean i barely even know what zkz is about but based on the title i feel like it'd make a good video game

yachi can help design . . . lev and komi can voice act . . . yes . . . it's all coming together . . .

NEVER MIND I KNOW WHAT IT IS I READ A TRANSLATION OF THE LIGHT NOVEL IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS

he wrote zkz in a restaurant are you SHITTING me udai tenma i love you

so apparently it got discontinued?? instead of allowing tenma to finish it the way he wanted?? so when tenma hears that kenma wants to make a video game out of it he ends up in tears

kenma's like "well it might have failed as a manga. but i think it'd make a pretty good video game, if you want to help out with that"

god everything about it makes me want to cry actually. tenma who is still chasing after his dreams. and akaashi right there, learning how to be better. learning how to be passionate. learning how to give tenma his all. because he's TENMA'S editor and he'll be damned if he doesn't do it well.

udai tenma in an interview about meteo attack: "yes, i am sad i didn't get a chance to end zkz in a way that would have made me happy. it was my first series, and that's always going to be precious to me. but meteo attack is one i'm looking forward to. it's a story about learning how to fly, when everybody else has long since been trampling on your wings and telling you that you can't."

sorry i did NOT mean to get this emotional over them. but now i am. and i am going to be thinking about it forever

meteo attack def gets raving reviews from players in the pro volleyball league, especially from hinata shouyou

[natlovespink]

Unpopular options on TLOUS fanfics/ and more

1. Ellie would never let you strap her down😭 I'm sorry if you ok with that, that's fine. I'm not judging, but home girl would NEVER let you do that to her.

2. Stop making Ellie seem like a man. No, she's not gonna pick you up and throw you. I also don't think she's this big dommy, mommy. idk why, but I don't see it.

3. I don't like Ellie x Abby. I'm sorry, I dont see it happening.

4. I also don't like how some people write Abby just because she's built like a "man" doesn't mean she acts like one 😭

My opinions on a the TLOUS game in general.

1. Joel is a bad person. I love him, don't get me wrong, but Joel did some really awful and gruesome things that didn't need to be done, but I understand.

2. All of abby friends deserved it but Owen and Mel which I'll talk about later. But they all deserved it they way they talked about how they KILLED KIDS!? was crazy and Manny showed how cooky a d unfair he was and how disrespectful they were to Joel's body.

3. Mel was not in the wrong for not liking abby. She only wanted Mel to come so she can keep Joel alive so she can keep hurting him. Then abby always seem to get in the way of her and Owen's relationship. Owen isn't perfect but the fact that he told abby not to kill Ellie and he said she went overboard showed how he had a little bit of humanity and what he said about thr fireflies being terrorists.

4. Let's stop acting like Abby is perfect 😭 she's to me sadistic. It's kind of the fact that she liked killing scars and even killing CHILDREN them saying it was their fault!? But not just that it's the way she killed Joel after he helped her it's all Joel knew was that someone was gonna cut a little girls head open to TRY and fix humanity Joel didn't know that man he did what he thought was right.

5. Dina had EVERY RIGHT to leave Ellie🤷🏾‍♀️ people say she left because she thought ellie was dead.but she knows ellie, and she knows she's not gonna let anyone do anything TO HER. She just didn't want to deal with the fact of losing another loved one, and Dina was tired of fighting and having to stick by Ellie and this obsession.

6. Tommy forced Ellie.to go after abby which is why we got the ending that we got I understand how hard it must be losing pretty much all you biological family is hard but damm he saw how good ellie had it and it's got ruined.

7. Naughty dog forced us to feel bad foe Abby Ik she may not know what the fireflies where really up to but other then that she and the other wolf members had it good growing up🤷🏾‍♀️ and I don't know what abby expected not for Joel's love ones to come after her? I only started liking abby because of how she took care of Lev and me.readimg fanfics. 😩 but other then that I don't like her and never will really feel bad for her.

8. I'm sorry but if it was Abby vs Ellie again Abby would win🤷🏾‍♀️ Ellie is a 5"5 skinny girl vs a 5'10 muscles Abby would win and the only reason she didn't was because all her muscles where gone.

9. I like the ending of TLOUS 2 Ellie saw Joel In Abby and she realized she can't hold this grunge and surprisingly I feel Joel wouldn't want Ellie to track down his killer and make it her life mission and he would be PISSED at Tommy for making Ellie track down Abby.

10. I feel like is Abby knew what the fireflies where doing she wouldn't stand for it. Not even if her dad said it was for humanity I feel like she would belive what he was doing was wrong.

11. Ellies NEVER gonna get over Riley that was her first love, and I feel like she loved Dina but never the way she loved Riley, and that goes for her relationship with Cat too.

Hiii sorry for my English again 😅 now these are MY OPINIONS

[halfmoth-halfman]

may i interest you in some more fic recs????😉

the second half of my may fic rec list!! if you wanna see more more of my fic recs and favs, i have em all on my recs blog, here!! please note the navi page is still under construction!!

and of course, if you have any fic recs of your own, feel free to send em my way here or on my sideblog - i love finding new fics and writers!! 💜

may fic recs pt. 1

John Price

missed you - @thanksbutno98

✧ everything i wanted and more omg this is the treatment price deserves tbh. man deserves to relax and be pampered like a princess. such a cute fic that filled my need for fluff perfectly!!

bloodstained honesty || part two - @a-world-with0ut-dr34ms

✧ had me on the edge of my damn seat good lord. saw this line “Price?” and had to stop reading to do a lap around my living room, this fic had me stressing tf out but in the best way possible.

puppy love || five | six | seven | eight - @writeforfandoms

✧ price. puppies. perfection. am i sad to see this series come to an end? yes. but it was fantastic from start to finish and i know i will absolutely being coming back to read this again and again.

languish - @moriflos

✧ you ever read something once and then decide that once isn't enough and just spend an hour reading it over and over and over? that was me with this fic. idk how to describe the way you write, i was so drawn in, craving more. "But for now, he can only watch as his heart returns to him in ashes-" just uuuggghhh i love it.

rise and fall of tides - @queenquazar

✧ moon/moonlight is such a cute callsign, i was already hooked before i started reading. and when i got to the actual fic?? stunned. the entire dancing scene had me smiling and blushing, i love the way you write price and moon and their relationship

ode to a conversation stuck in your throat - @yeyinde

✧ i don't think there will ever come a day where i'm not left in absolute awe by one of lev's fics. everything is literal poetry and this is fic is no exception. i can't describe the way it makes me feel, like i've been given the christmas present i've been waiting all year for

sad girl - @guyfieriii

✧ new price fic from the writer who inspired me to start my mob!au???? say less. the way you write price is so just aslkdakljs the way you write in general is just alsdkjal. i literally do not have words for how much i love this

karma - @stormiwaves

✧ honeypot mission!!! we love to see it!!!! "The dress was karma, filthy karma that Price deserved." yes girl, get it!! jealous!price isn't something i see often, but i loved the way your wrote it here and that ending?? 👀🔥

untitled - @ghostaholics

✧ i👏🏼love👏🏼soulmate👏🏼au's👏🏼 and this has me going absolutely feral. the phantom pain for his injuries, the journal, the angst, the panic, that ending??? if there is ever a full version, please know that i will lose my mind, it will be an immediate fave just like this is.

choices and consequences - @ghostandsoap

✧ this one hurt real good. the talks about guilt, the choices you have to make, the job, all of it was done so well. this was so wonderful and heart-clenching, i loved every bit of it.

our remains - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i just- i mean- what else is there to say but

handsome stranger || part 8 - @alittleposhtoad

✧ not only did this fic make me hungry for soup, it made me kick my feet and twirl my hair. so much fluff and right up my ally, i binged this series and loved every single bit of it.

fair game - @guyfieriii

✧ got me blushing and sweating like a sinner in church and staring at my phone like

turn me to ashes - @guyfieriii

✧ when you said angsty little piece, i was not expecting to have my heart ripped out be left with a gaping void in my chest. i know i love a good angst fic but god damn if that didn't reach into the pits of my soul and destroy any feeling of happiness i had when i started reading. 10/10

price headcanons - @soapskneebrace

✧ the perfect piece of softness to make me feel better after the absolute heartbreak of the previous fic. the characterization is 100% on point here, one of the best i've read and so so so sweet.

price holding his first-born child - @daisies-daydreams

✧ big tough military men holding and being weak over little babies is my jam. it's the fluff, the sweetness, the soft domesticity of it all. the way he reads the book to her, i'm so weak for this fic.

a drink from her cup - @lunarvicar

✧ that post that inspired this has lived rent free in my mind for so long, and i was ecstatic to see you write something for it. i'm so down bad for this man and for your writing and the way you write him.

gem amra kheli - @guyfieriii

✧ i don't think i've ever talked about how much i adore the way you write banter, the little back and forths and comments between price and reader. everything just feels so real, so grounded and i'm completely obsessed

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

cult of vagabonds || ch. 3 - banshee bluethroat | ch. 4 - finch's frenzy - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i'm screaming. vomiting. scromiting profusely.

"I hate you."

"I know."

how dare you do this to me.

reveries of a lost lamb - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ what's it like to be able to be one of the best writers on earth? i seriously cannot comprehend the sheer amount of talent and ability you have at writing the most captivating and emotion evoking fics i've ever read.

A golden sunrise, tangled fingers; gentle lips.

“I think I love you.” 

i'm deceased.

aiaigasa (相合傘) - @captainpriceslover

✧ i read "Your part of London smelled like wet pennies that evening." and was instantly sold. the rest of the fic was so fantastic, the perfect dose of sweetness i needed, i love gaz and the way you write him so much!!

white flag - @writeforfandoms

✧ you cannot stress me out like this!! but also please continue to stress me out like this!! also the little nicknames for price and gaz had me laughing so hard, esp price.

it's over - @itsohh

✧ i really loved this, i don't think i've seen a lot of fics with gaz that really talk about what he's gone through and how missions affect him and this one does it incredibly well. serious, yet heartwarming, i adore it.

Multiple

dead disco || chapter 4 | chapter 5 | combat baby - @peachesofteal

✧ never before have a i read a series that has captured my attention so much that willingly skipped out on lunch to read it. i couldn't stop, i am in love with this fic, the writing, the characterization, everything about it. there isn't a single flaw to be found here.

how they wake you up in the mornings - @nia-writes

✧ this was so cute, and the addition of the different scenarios for how the characters would wake you made it all the more better. i was blushing, laughing, anxious, constantly giggling about FOAP. such a fun read!!

soulmate au - @itsohh

✧ i've said it once and i will say it again, i love soulmate!aus!! and god the angst in these just raked me over the coals. angst is something i love seeing in soulmate fics and this was so expertly done, my heart still hurts when i think about it

touching their cheek for the first time - @runicarbiter02

✧ absolute cuteness all around, like a cuteness overload. each one fit so well, but i'm gonna take a second to really talk about the love of my life, Roach, being included in this and how this has become an automatic fav just for that.

physical touch - @siilvan

✧ tbh i came to this for the gaz hcs but it was so good that i immediately read the rest and damn near screamed when i saw roach on there. so cute, and adorable, and absolutely perfect i loved every bit of this!!

kiss headcanons - @mangowafflesss

✧ such a cute idea that you did amazing on!! i love kisses and kiss fics and i think you absolutely nailed it here. honestly me and reader are the same because i too would just like to smooch the 141 boys all over.

getting into an accident and being hospitalised while the team is deployed - @daisies-daydreams

✧ slipping while getting out of the shower and needing to have your jaw hinged shut?? reader's just like me fr. this was very sweet, a lovely little dose of fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Simon "Ghost" Riley

silk series || silk ties - @uselsshuman

✧ i screamed. shrieked. went through a rollercoaster of emotions when this series updated. it was everything i wanted, more than everything i wanted, just so unbelievably beyond expectations!! and this:

“Stay with me for now then.”

stay with me forever wtf

no more || chapter 6 - hypnosis - @lethalchiralium

✧ we love a man who wants to apologize but man we gotta get ghost into therapy or st 😂seriously though, this was fun and the little back and forth about having a dad had me giggling

a bath - @blackssuunn

✧ i can't- i literally can't- this is too fluffy, too sweet, too perfect. i'm in awe of your writing "His eyes burn a little. Not a single drop of soap entered them." i'm speechless.

pomp - @bits-and-babs

✧ we stan anti-monarchy simon LOL so great and thos poor guards stuck at the doors. i went from blushing to cackling in like two seconds

tones - @blackssuunn

✧ soft lovely dovey simon is my favorite and you write him so incredibly well. the way this man is absolutely whipped for his partner, i adore it and i adore you for writing this

between dreams and sugar - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i think i'm addicted to your angst, i keep happily going into these angst fics like i don't know i'm about to have my heart shredded into a million pieces. was there a happy ending here? yes. but it still hurt and i still loved it!!

feverish simon confesses to you - @angelltheninth

✧ this is such a cute trope that i don't read that much of, but i loved every bit of this! so much cuteness and let's be real, ghost is def the type of guy who would try and wait out an illness even if it was life-threatening 😂

footprints in the snow - @bittersw33t-lotus

✧ hello??? this was one of the sweetest things i've ever read??? i'm such a sucker for soft!simon esp when he's still a little shit and you've written that so perfectly

happiness series || you belong with me - @lethalchiralium

✧ i swear i'm totally normal about this series i'm not i totally don't immediately go feral every time it updates i do and i totally and definitely don't drop and ignore everything to reread the entire series with every new chapter i won't apologize

untitled - @lunarvicar

✧ the way you write simon and the way he shows love and how he cares has me so weak and how he teases is so aldkasjdkljk he's an asshole and i love him and i can never get enough of the way you write him

simon & rain little headcanons - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ aaaahhhh simon and rain!!! i've missed these two and when i tell you i sprinted to read this!! i love the way your write their dynamic/relationship and just how real and fun it feels!! you're literally so good at writing ghost, i can't even deal with

sassy series || ch. 3 excerpt - @peachesofteal

✧ i have never wanted to read a full chapter so bad in my entire life. this excerpt is like a the most delicious little appetizers and i'm vibrating with excitement for the full meal!!

Valeria Garza

oh to be consumed by you - @sleepiexx

✧ i want to be consumed by valeria omg. i didn't even know vampire!val was something that i wanted-no, something that i needed-and this fic just came out of nowhere and hit me over the head in the best way possible.

[authoralexharvey]

INTERVIEW WITH A WRITEBLR — @lux-scriptum

Who You Are:

Luc/Lux || He/him

I mostly write fantasy, from urban to high, and everything in between, though I do lean more urban. World building and franken-genres are my favorite things to work with, outside of a heavy focus on characters and character relationships of all flavors.

What You Write:

What genres do you write in? What age ranges do you write for?

Fantasy, horror, and paranormal. New adult and adult.

What genre would you write in for the rest of your life, if you could? What about that genre appeals to you?

Fantasy. I need magic in my words to draw me out of this one for a little while.

What genre/s will you not write unless you HAVE to? What about that genre turns you off?

Scifi or realism. I don't know why scifi is just not my thing, but realism is just too close to, well, reality.

Who is your target audience? Do you think anyone outside of that would get anything out of your works?

My target audience is me, first and foremost, but I know that other people have said that a lot of what I write is relatable, especially on the processing trauma front.

What kind of themes do you tend to focus on? What kinds of tropes? What about them appeals to you?

I focus a lot on trauma, as stated above. In the way it changes someone, and the uglier side of repeated traumas. I also tend to rehash the theme of "where did this bias come from? whose side have we not heard? and where do we draw the line in giving someone the chance to speak?" But lately a lot of my themes have also leaned closer to "Is this person/god/thing on a pedestal deserving of said pedestal? are we ready to take them down and make the changes needed?"

What themes or tropes can you not stand? What about them turn you off?

"This is the villain because they're mentally ill" is beyond irritating. I also cant stand "and now they have kids" even though I also fall prey to that, a lot, myself.

What are you currently working on? How long have you been working on it?

I've split my time between my projects Personal Demons (7 years), Dragonmarked (5-6 years?) and Give Me Ur Eyes (temp title, 1 year)

Why do you write? What keeps you writing?

I write to process things I'm not ready to process face to face. I honestly have been struggling to write as my mental health has gotten better, but lately I've been writing for the joy of creation.

How long have you been writing? What do you think first drew you to it?

I've been writing for over a decade, and I started writing because I wanted to play in another authors sandbox. I liked the story, but I wanted my own stories.

Where do you get your inspiration from? Is that how you got your inspiration for your current project? If not, where did the inspiration come from?

My inspiration comes from music a little, but what fuels it is mostly processing things. The ideas start from music, like the spark, but the rest of it is just fun what if games. Growing and pruning of whatever feels most in character. That is how Give Me Ur Eyes started, but Personal Demons was a what if game of wanting better angel/demon books, and Dragonmarked was me enjoying a YA fantasy novel but going "I could do it a little better if I did something like this" and then letting it spiral (out of control tbh)

What work of yours are you most proud of? Why?

Finished work? Lev n Fax Saga. Because I got it done in less than a year, and it was compelling enough I got a lot of interaction, and yet even years later it holds up to my standards for the most part. Unfinished? Dragonmarked. It's an ambitious project, with an incredibly detailed world ready for me to go when I finally work up the courage to finish it.

Have you published anything? Do you want to?

I have! I do regret it though. It was my first NaNo project, in high school. I don't know how to take it off amazon, and honestly I don't know that I would. It's something high school me achieved and that's no small feat.

What part of the publishing process most appeals to you? What part least appeals to you?

Getting my books out to people that would want to read it, to hold it, to binge it, is what appeals the most. I don't like the pressure of traditional publishing, and the idea of rejection has left me a little stressed, so I'm still debating the pros and cons of both ways to publish.

What part of the writing process most appeals to you? What part is least appealing?

The first draft is my favorite! Controversial, I've been told, but I adore picking up the thread of a story and following it to it's conclusion. I learn about the characters as I go, and I get to know them better that way. I hate the editing process. It's slower, it makes me feel a little dumb for mistakes I didn't notice, clunky dialogue I missed, and it takes more focus.

Do you have a writing process? Do you have an ideal setup? Do you write in pure chaos? Talk about your process a bit.

Admittedly, my process is influenced heavily by my ADHD. My process usually requires music in earbuds or headphones to drown out distractions, and I write better at a desk or a table. In college I actually got a lot done in lectures, because it helped me focus to be around other people, and giving my hands and extra thoughts something to do helped me pay attention in class too. Now that I'm not in college, I actually write pretty well in cafe's. Having something to snack on and drink also help me stay focused, usually something that's a finger food so I don;t have to stop my flow too much to keep munching.

Your Thoughts on Writeblr:

How long have you been a writeblr? What inspired you to join the community?

I've been on writeblr for 8 years, and I honestly cant remember why I joined. Probably looking for advice and community, cus I was in high school at the time.

Shout out some of your favorite writeblrs. How did you find them and what made you want to follow them?

@incandescent-creativity is one of my closer friends, and I cant remember how I found their blog, but I still follow them because of their constant kindness and enthusiasm. @gingerly-writing is someone I dont talk to as much anymore but always good prompts and inspo on her blog!

What is your favorite part about writeblr?

When we rally around supporting each other we RALLY

What do you think writeblr could improve on? How do you think we can go about doing so?

We do have a bad habit of growing distant, but I think that's just the nature of growing up and having lives off the internet. There's going to be an ebb and a flow, and as long as we have people willing to be like "oh hey, we've gotten kind of quiet" to stir us up again, we'll be peachy.

How do you contribute to the writeblr community? Do you think you could be doing more?

Right now, not a lot. I could be doing more, but unfortunately, I am someone who is disabled, working as close to full time as I can, and barely squeaking by, so I don't really hold it against myself (or anyone else in similar situations) for less engagement.

What kinds of posts do you most like to interact with?

Random lore drops, memes, and edits. I reblog advice but rarely add on.

What kind of posts do you most like to make?

Random shitposts and rambles about projects. I'd answer writing advice asks, but I dont have many and I dont have direction enough to make posts about it.

Finally, anywhere else online we may be able to find you?

tik tok (luxdeo), twitter (LuxDeorum), insta (luxscriptum), and discord (??)

[writing-with-sophia]

So, FGO spoilers;

Olga-Marie died at the beginning of the story. Then she got resurrected recently. I just thought that there would be a nice fluff/angst/comfort scene that can happen there between Reader x Olga-Marie.

Olga Marie revive

Note: Hello anon! Sorry for making you wait so long! Since you didn't specify the gender of the reader, I'll default to GN!reader. I haven't played lostbelt 7, so there might be some mistakes.

And I think this post is more like comfort than angst... So sorry. TvT

Warning: angst (?), mention of death, FGO spoilers.

Olga Marie x GN!reader

Olga Marie died.

Her body was disintegrated in the bomb explosion, while her soul was pulled straight into "CHALDEAS", experiencing an eternal death akin to being absorbed by a black hole or the sun, where she is disassembled on the molecular level.

When you heard that from Lev Lainur, you were shocked. How can he do that? How can he do that WITH HER? THAT BASTARD!

After Olga Marie's death, You're down. You've been with her for a long time, and you're the only one who's always genuinely cared for her. You know how pitiful she is. She didn't deserve such a cruel death like that (not just once, but twice!).

Then, you decide to live for her part and help Chaldea and Ritsuka complete the Grand Order.

Until you see her in Beast VII form, U-Olga Marie.

She died. Used to.

You don't know why she became a Beast. You are extremely worried, afraid that someone has taken advantage of her appearance.

But after coming into contact with her when she lost her memory, you immediately knew that it was Olga Marie. She is your Olga Marie.

You cry. You are so happy that you can't stop crying.

U-Olga is confused. She doesn't know why you cry when you see her. That makes her extremely nervous.

Why do you cry? Did she make anything bad?

She tries to make you stop crying.

But HOW?

She doesn't know what to do. She just stood there, awkwardly watching you cry.

Finally, she gives you a reluctant hug. A reluctant but gentle hug.

[elliescardcollection]

I try not to let myself get too worked up over anger directed towards Abby or The Last of Us franchise in general. But since the show did so well and season two is coming, it simply cannot be avoided and I just have to rant for a moment; one of the most irritating arguments about The Last of Us Part II (imo) has to be “Joel just shot Abby’s dad, but she tortured Joel in front of Ellie… so Abby is bad” or “Abby just found her dads body, Ellie watched Joel die.”

Now, I’m one of the biggest Abby apologist out there and even I’m willing to admit, what Abby did to Joel is objectively worse. BUT the people who use this to justify Ellie and villainize Abby, drive me insane. We, as an audience, have all that information and we can make that assessment. However, Ellie and Abby do NOT know ANYTHING about each other. I genuinely don’t think she even fully realized Joel’s importance to Ellie. She let Ellie and Tommy live, which she knew could create issues in the future, but she chose not to kill/punish two ‘innocent’ people for what Joel did. KILLING HER FATHER. Abby is driven by vengeance and in the cruel world of the last of us, this is ‘justice’. it’s a theme through both the games and the tv show.

Abby found Joel and tortured him because she felt justified in making her fathers killer feel her pain. Ellie followed Abby and co. all the way back to Seattle and killed everyone who meant anything to Abby because she felt justified to make Joel’s killer feel the same pain. It’s not about who was more wrong.

The Last of Us Part II changed me in ways I cannot explain. The first time I played the game, I was so on board with Ellie. I felt so justified in killing Abby no matter the cost… and when she started torturing Nora in the same way they did with joel, I encouraged her. I remember thinking ‘It’s fictional, it’s a video game, it’s justice in this world and nora deserves it.’ It wasn’t until the end of Abby’s day two when Owen hits Abby with “maybe we stopped looking for the light” and shortly after it cuts to a dream. Not a nightmare like she had been having throughout the game, but a dream. Walking down that same dark hallway, but this time a bright, white light shining through the door to the operating room where she had found her dads body, only this time he was alive, smiling back at her. It clicked in my head, this was a real person to her. It wasn’t just some faceless npc, It was her father. He was her light. And joel took him from her. It FORCED me to look past my own bias and challenge my own beliefs and world views. It made me a better, more understanding and more empathetic person.

Ellie killed all of her friends and half of Seattle for the same reason that Abby killed Joel. And by the end Ellie still didn’t even know why Joel was killed to begin with. When she and Abby meet at the theater, she offers herself up to save Tommy. Saying, “I know why you killed Joel. He did what he did to save me. There is no cure because of me, I’m the one you want!” But Abby didn’t care about the cure, she cared about the people she loved and she JUST found Owen, who was arguably the most impactful (Seattle) death for Abby. The person closest to her, the person who held her when she lost her father, was killed by the people she chose to spare. And so the cycle of violence continues.

People are inherently selfish. We are narrowed minded creature who don’t often look outside of our own perspective. When Abby killed Joel, she was so focused on retribution, that the thought of her taking someone else’s light didn’t even cross her mind. Which is why the ending is so impactful to me. Ellie recognized it. She realized that if she killed Abby, she was taking something away from Lev. The same thing Joel did to Abby and the same thing Abby did to Ellie. Ellie ended the cycle.

TLDR: Ellie and Abby know nothing about each other and are viewing the events of the games exclusively from their own egocentric view. BOTH of them did awful things but BOTH were ‘justified’ in their actions, regardless of who was more at fault.

[yourthoughtsjim]

The Commanders and the Captains

Erwin x Levi x reader x Armin x Jean, afab/femme

A/N: I guess the writing braincell is back

Warnings: free use if you squint, cumplay, bukakke, praise, degradation, aftercare

Word count: 1.1k+

On your knees is where you find yourself with one of your commander’s cocks in your mouth. “Good girl, just like that.” Erwin groaned above you. His hands were tangled in your locks. 

“Faster, whore.” One of your captains, Levi commands with a growl.

“Come on, Lev, be nice to her. She’s being so good for me.” The other commander, Armin, remarks. 

“She’s a cock hungry slut, she needs to be reminded.” Jean, the other captain, retorts.

“Look at me, princess.” Erwin commands. He always did love when your eyes got blown out in pleasure. You tilt your head up as much as you can. “There’s those pretty eyes. All teary and doe eyed. So fucking pretty.” Erwin comments. 

“S-Shit, fucking stroking my cock like a pathetic whore.” Levi groans. “Can’t wait to spray my cum all over that pretty face.”

“Baby, you’re doing such a good job. Just like that, princess. You’re going to make me cum.” Armin states, bucking his hips into your hand. 

A slap on your ass was followed by “Such a tight fucking slut. No matter how much I abuse this whorish cunt, it’s always so fucking tight.” Jean says.

You had no idea just how good this felt. Being on your knees for the group of men felt like some kind of reward. 

You felt the familiar twitch of the commander in your mouth, so to get him there faster you bob your head faster. It worked since he spilled into your mouth seconds later. “Goddamn, soldier.” Erwin comments looking at how his cum seeped out of the corners of your mouth. “Such a very good girl.” 

He then steps aside and takes a good look on how the other men reacted to you. To your hands. To your perfect little pussy. 

You were finally able to moan properly instead of the pathetic half whines that came out while Erwin was in your throat. “Fuck, cadet. Sounds like a true pornstar, doesn’t she ‘Min?” Jean taunts. 

“J-Jean, stop it. She’s a lovely treasure is what she is. That’s right, sweetheart. S-So lovely.” Armin responds.

Jean just took to fucking you harder. He wanted more pretty noises out of you. There was a moment where he dug his nails into your hips purposefully. “J-Jean! Fuck! Harder. Fuck me like the good little whore I am!” You finally break.

“There she is, our pretty little whorish cadet.” Levi says.

Armin’s cock twitched in your hand. You knew your face was going to be painted with his cum. “S-Shit. Princess, you look so pretty with so much cum on your face already and Levi isn’t done yet.” Armin states. 

“Gonna fill this dumb little hole with all of my cum. Such a brain dead little bitch in heat. Only can think of our cocks in her.” Jean once again taunts. While the other men lasted pretty long, Jean was the one that lasted the longest. 

“Such a sorry excuse of a soldier. To even think you deserve a title like that. Although, sleeping with the commander does come with some perks.” Levi taunts. 

That’s when he slips out of your hand and with no warning, shoves his cock in your mouth. That was a way you knew he was close. He slides in your warm wet mouth with a grunt and roughly grabs you by the hair. 

Giving your head a few harsh thrusts, he pulls out and cums all over your face. He then takes a hand and smears it across your face. He may have not liked being messy, but you sure did and he loved it. 

“So pretty.” Erwin comments from the sidelines. 

Jean then pushes your head down into the mattress by the back on your neck. “Yeah, that’s right. Fucking whore.” His thrusts feel even better like this. “Such a fucking slut. All for her commanders and captains. Tell us how much you liked to be used like the cheap whore you are.” He commands. 

“I love it! I love being abused by you. Love hearing you call me pretty and beautiful and good and a whore!” You scream.

“That’s. Fucking. Right.” Jean’s being so rough with you.

Then you feel his veins pulse against your sore cunt. It wasn’t long before you felt the familiar streams of warm liquid fill your hole. 

You hadn’t cum yet. So, Jean quickly pulls out and rubs your clit vigorously. It was enough to send you over the edge. You cum with a moan before squealing. 

Erwin makes his way in front of you. “Look at how cute you look with our cum on and in you. Such a pretty little cadet.” 

Levi and Armin had left to go run you a bath moments prior to Jean cumming inside you. 

Jean carefully scoops you up into his arms. Leaning down, he whispers “You did such a good job for us. You always do, princess.” before giving your head a kiss. 

Erwin followed in tow as you entered the bathroom. You notice the dimness and look at the tub. Surrounding it are candles in your favorite scent. Armin took the liberty of pouring some bubble bath in the same scent. 

Gently, Jean lowers you into the warm water. The temperature soothed your aching muscles. Erwin kneels down and with a damp washcloth, he cleans your face first. 

Then it was Armin’s turn. He takes the shampoo bottle and squeezes some in his palm. Then he runs his hands through your wet hair. The scalp massage almost made you fall asleep right then and there. Then he rinses that out and puts some conditioner in and lets it sit there.

While the conditioner was sitting in your hair, Levi washes the rest of your body. Careful not to put too much pressure on your sensitive cunt. 

Armin comes back and rinses the conditioner out of your hair. Jean had left to get clean clothes and a towel.

When the men think they have done a thorough job cleaning you, Erwin stands you up and dries you off. Jean then helps you get dressed. 

The five of you return to the room Levi had picked up a bit. “What do you think of a nap, princess?” Erwin inquires.

“A nap sounds good, yeah.”

The four men climb into bed, leaving a space in the middle for you. You usually sleep between Erwin and Armin. You climb in and get comfortable. “Such a good, pretty cadet. We got lucky with this one, boys.” Levi comments. 

Jean yawns before he nods his head “We really did.” was the last thing he muttered before falling asleep. 

One by one, the rest of you fall asleep. Erwin was the one that normally fell asleep last, he liked looking at your peaceful sleeping face. It reminded him that the world isn’t so bad after all.