#what did i do to deserve you lev

[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

[yeyinde]

Lev is there anything we can do to help with the plagiarism bs? Like can we report the blog/user? I'm so fucking pissed this is happening, but I don't know how to help.

I think only the person impacted by the user can report them for copyright, otherwise it leans very quickly into harassment which is something I absolutely want to avoid.

Like sure, what they did is utterly shitty and I'm so mad that I could scream, but I don't think they deserve to be maliciously targeted for it. At all. And (despite what the last few days might tell you lmao) tumblr is where I go when I wanna escape the insanity of my everyday life. Turning that happy escapism into a loaded gun/an angry mob makes me sad beyond words. That's the last thing I want.

I really appreciate where you're coming from, though. But I think maybe just ignoring them is probably the best choice in this situation. Let others know (with solid proof), and just block them. Disengage. Make it harder for them to steal from others. It's very clear that attention is what they're after. They're not doing this for any other reason than ego and to feed their appetite for arbitrary numbers that are utterly meaningless at the end of the day, so by not giving them that, maybe they'll move on. Or learn a lesson.

[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 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 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

[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

[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

[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.

[eowynstwin]

if we're gonna be talking about myka again, I just need everyone who hardcore harrased Madi over this to know: you guys fell for someone lying about military service and when she faced the slightest bit of criticism over a very real pattern in the fandom, she pretended to kill herself. You went on a witch hunt in the name of someone who was lying to you from day fucking one. Go outside and touch grass.

I’d rather if we didn’t—I need to, because the few times I talked about it directly did not really solve how I feel about it. I feel a bit like people forgot that she did this specifically to me, because I criticized her. Yes, it affected many, many other people, and their feelings about the situation are valid and they deserve to express them, but I was her target, first and foremost. Sheheal made dozens of posts specifically going after me. Bunny and Ikea led a witch hunt after me.*

Because here’s the thing—I’m aware of at least one blog who has been dragging the Myka scheme around even all these months later. They’ve namedropped my old url (soapskneebrace) and referenced what happened to me several times now. But they have never, not once, contacted me directly about any of the shit Myka did following her initial suicide fakeout. In fact, the only time I can remember that blog speaking directly to me at all was to berate me for the post I made that started the clusterfuck in the first place.

That’s only a case study, but it’s exemplary of how it all played out. A lot of people talked about what happened, at the time and after, both to criticize and support me. And for the people who supported me, I am so grateful, don’t get me wrong. Early, Ceil, Lev, Lexi, Dee, and everyone else gave a voice to what I was feeling but was not safe to say aloud.

But at the time I had no voice. I couldn’t speak to what I felt myself. I spent a week watching everything happen, unable to say anything, because adding my voice to the discourse would have only encouraged my own harassment. I could only wonder if I would EVER have a safe place in the fandom again. I wasn’t sure I would, so I decided to leave.

And then, when I decided to come back, it seemed like everyone wanted to move on, and I still couldn’t say anything. Everyone else was done with it, but I had barely figured out how to process it even a month later. Everyone else got to talk about it. I didn’t. I couldn’t explore what the hell I felt after being gaslit by an entire community over something that didn’t even fucking happen, because negativity is the death of engagement, and I wanted to be here, back among people who supported me.

So, to your sentiment—yes, you’re right. What she did was fucking crazy, and the mobbing that followed beggars belief. And I’m not trying to attack you either, anon, I appreciate your sentiments very much.

I just want to be clear—I am not trying to stir the pot, or start up the discourse again. I just need to talk about it because I never really did, and it’s been eating me up for months.

*Not at all to say that racism didn’t play a huge part in the situation. But I believe it had more to do with my breaking white conformity to point out a fellow white person’s bad behavior, rather than Myka’s desire to escape accountability. After all, she trolled later on about Gaz, using various sock puppets, to court the exact same attention.

[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.

[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 (??)

[thecoolerlucky]

Chapter 8: Let's Make A Bet!

Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): Not according to plan. (Angst and lore info )

Wordcount: 4,500+

“I thought you guys would act sportsmanlike!!”

_______________________________________

Someone had me.

So, I panicked and yanked my arms from the figure. I staggered and, in my haste, failed to recognize my living room and the distance I had left between me and the couch. Falling over the back of it, I instinctively grabbed for the overhead, desperate to avoid hitting the coffee table.

The silhouette pursued and caught my wrists, amid my fingers grazing the couch’s fabric. I would have missed and fallen otherwise. Their grip was so tight it made my limbs twitch and my body wince, but they kept me from tumbling.

“Lentils?” The name resembled a cool breeze on a hot summer’s day—refreshing, enlightening, and calmed my nerves enough to make out the figure. The gleam of the T.V. illuminated him. What threw me off was the messy wavy brown locks scattered across his alarmed. Wicks rarely wore his hair loosely, even if he was relaxed around me to the point of doing it.

“You look so nice with your hair down, Wicks.” I flinched in pain as he tugged. “Ow.”

His eyes widened, and with a gentle but swift motion, he helped me up. “I didn’t mean to squeeze hard. Are you okay?” He inspected me, his hands hovering over me as he did, too worried to touch.

I nodded, resisting the urge to grasp my wrists. Regardless of the soreness, I didn’t want him to feel too bad for an accident. “I’m okay.” I remember trying to go to sleep in my room, not out here. Did I really sleepwalk again? “Sorry if I woke you?” The static behind me told me he was awake and probably changed it off the show he was watching. A telenovella perhaps? I smiled at the thought.

“I had trouble sleeping. You didn’t wake…me,” Wicks suddenly raised an accusatory eyebrow. “You rarely get out of it scared like that.”

All I had was a hazy collection of fragments from my dream running from a giant, Lev. The rest faded into obscurity the moment I snapped out of it. “It was a nightmare, that’s all.” A nightmare that’s my new reality. Peering at him, his gaze resembled a bunch of ice pricks on my skin. Agh. He’s expecting me to explain it. Of course he would. I usually talk incessantly about my nightmares. I flicked my eyes down, then to the T.V. behind me. Skip what’s going on, Lynette. Giggling anxiously, I hoped to distract him with another question and promise to hang out. “What were you watching? We can stay up and watch it together.”

He didn’t budge and to keep me from fleeing to my room; he pressed a heavy, steady palm against my shoulder. “Nope.” He forced me to face him, and in an inculpatory tone, he sassed. “You’re telling me,” he poked himself in the chest, “a normal nightmare caused you this much stress?”

The only time I sleepwalked was because we moved or I was under a lot of pressure. So, like a dog that tore up a sofa cushion, I lifted my head, begging for forgiveness. To my surprise, he looked worried. I hadn’t seen him scared in that way since I had food poisoning. I’m not dying or anything. His hand on my shoulder fell. “I thought work was going well?”

Resting on the back of the couch, I half-lied to Wicks. “I’m doing great. So much so that the boss congratulated me during my weekly review, but now I’m stressed out about whether I can live up to those expectations.” I kept my salary and year-end income a secret. If I told him about Edgar’s offer, he would investigate it, and the last thing I needed was for him to go there.

With a roll of his eyes and the release of tension on his shoulders, Wicks linked his arm with mine. He escorted me around the couch. “That’s a stupid concern, Lentils.” He stopped at it and bopped my nose. When I attempted retaliation, he gingerly pushed me onto the sofa.

I plunked down in dismay, ready to spring up. “Hey!”

“You deserved that for disrespecting my best friend.” Wick walked around the table, squinting the entire way, daring me to get up. I remained put, and he threw himself on the middle cushion. “You always put out your best effort. You might fail here and there, but you have nothing to worry about with working hard.”

If it was just a job, I’d be a lot more confident. “Yeah…”

Offended, his face clouded over with a scowl. “Don’t be like that, Lentils.” He nudged into my shoulder with his, “I admire that you don’t give up—you know that, right?”

You admire me? We were in different leagues. He and our sister, Charletta, were above me. I couldn’t compare to either of them. I gave him a nudge too, “and I admire that you’re perfect at everything else.”

Wicks chuckled, finding my words hilarious. “I’m not.” He retrieved the remote from his side and swung it up. “You’re living in a fantasy if you think I’m perfect at everything.” He used the screen light to read the buttons on the device.

“You said I can’t be mopey, so neither can you.”

As if it were a dagger, he pointed the remote at me. “It’s different with you.” He pulled back and waved it around like a conductor. “I only do things I’m naturally good at and drop something if I’m not. That’s why you think I’m so perfect. I give up easily, unlike you.”

You can brag once in a while! You’re failing to mention there is very little you aren’t good at! A nagging inner voice obsessed over my brother’s successes, fueling my complaints. He was incredible at sports, got high marks in our classes, and works at a place that pays him tons. A part of me tried to deny the jealousy stemmed from a naïve hope of achieving something great too. “You’re the one motivating me to strive every day.”

He shyly turned his head and muttered a weak argument in Spanish. I scooted closer in reassurance and pressed my shoulder to his. “I’m sorry about earlier, Wicks.” He sounded like a child imitating a speedboat as he exhaled. I giggled, “what was that?!”

He playfully messed up my hair, a hint of flush on his olive complexion. He whispered, “shush,” to quiet me. I maintained my smile and fixed my curly locks, and he unexpectedly grasped my nearest elbow. He pushed it up. “Close your eyes, Lentils, so I can put on a show to take that stress away.”

I did and resisted the temptation to peek, as if I was oblivious to what he was putting on.

The immediate blare of the Magic Castin’ Super Rangers intro widened my smile and banished my anxiety. Watching it together was as comforting as a bonfire on a chilly night. We agreed the show itself was dumb with unbelievable plots and idiotic villainous monsters. Yet we enjoyed it.

We fell asleep to it most days, and we did today. It gave me enough peace that instead of another nightmare—I dreamed my coworkers were as dupable as those in the program.

...

Alexander felt antsy even without Zilla’s presence thanks to Lev. Lev had been working at the pizzeria for six months, and they rarely talked. Since they were such opposites, their conversations were brief, back-and-forth’s or mere acknowledgments of the others’ existence. Alexander’s approach was a simple grab-and-eat, while Lev outsmarted, or lured, them in with his charm. Drake, having listened to their heartbeats, said Lev’s prey were infatuated with him. So, the possibility of Lev coercing Lynette to form a team bothered him. Why else would she get eaten by him yesterday if it wasn’t out of willingness?

Drake, not removing his eyes from a manga chapter on his phone screen, asked, “nervous?”

Alexander dropped his shoulders and device, staring at Drake. He had no privacy near his best friend. I don’t like my heartbeat being on full blast for you to judge. “No.” He said, looking down the hallway as if he could spot Lynette coming in.

“Uh-huh,” Drake gave a courtly, wicked chuckle as if they were both nobles at a grand ball. It only irritated Alexander further. “Are you worried Lynette’s going to destroy you today?”

His weak grumble, “shut up,” affirmed the popsicle sticks and glue, holding his pride together after the multiple blows this week. This fucker. Her scent down the hall halted Alexander’s comeback attempt.

Drake, being ruthless, said, “Don’t start drooling,” and Alexander moved to hit his hip into him. Drake avoided it, sidestepping forward, and laughed.

“Fuck you.” Alexander slouched like the envy on his shoulders was a tangible weight. He thought it’d be nice to be as unfazed by Lynette as Drake. Alexander tried to do the same and distract himself from his instincts. Most times, it wouldn’t be effective, but her gaudy pink colored backpack did well to get his attention. He barely noticed the cute video-game characters and anime icons embroidered along it. Is she carrying lunch inside that thing? And similar to a toxic relationship, Alexander’s hunger drew him back.

With faint and cautious steps, she approached. Her sound heightened and dropped, struggling to maintain an upbeat pep. “Afternoon, guys.” She glanced at the time clock. “I’m glad I have a bit of time to talk to you both.” Is she going to bargain?

“Don’t tell me you quit after all,” Drake said. Alexander narrowed his eyes. It’d be beneficial for his own sanity if she did.

“No. I am sticking to my goal.” She looked at Alexander when she said that, re-establishing her declaration from yesterday. With a shake, she freed her hands from her sleeves and swung her bag to the front. She looped her arms through the straps and patted it reassuringly. “Have either of you played Battle Brothers Ultimate before?”

Alexander mentally questioned her motives. “Yes?”

“I haven’t played in months,” Drake said.

“Well, I have a proposition.” She ran her finger across the zipper. “How about we make bets for lunch instead?”

Unamused, Alexander furrowed his brows. He wouldn’t strike that kind of deal with her.

“So, the winner decides the outcome of that lunch period?” His best friend asked. Alexander exhaled loudly, showing his distaste for the idea. You can’t be going along with this, Drake. He sighed and figured it didn’t matter—Drake wasn’t interested in her blood, anyway.

“If any of you win a bet,” her tone trembled slightly, “I’ll surrender myself,” then, with a hopeful breath, added, “and if I win, I’m free for the day.”

A rejection built in his throat, ready for release. He groaned and held it as Lev made it to them and tiptoed behind Lynette. He leaned over, his head falling in line right next to hers, and spoke beside her ear. “Sounds lovely, Lynette~.” She pushed to the center of the hall, stupefied. She clutched and raised her backpack to shield most of her face.

She lowered it as he grinned unapologetically. “G-great. I wanted to include you, too...were you standing there listening the whole time?”

He shook his head. “The word bet was all I needed to hear.”

Lev ruined his plan to deny her. Two against one. “How would the rotation go, or are you implying you pick a ridiculous game for us daily?” Alexander asked. His gaze remained fixed on her. She lowered her bag.

“A winner would keep picking themselves, so I think it will be more convenient to go in order.” “I’ll go today, and since Lev is off the weekend, it’ll be you, Drake, and last, Lev. We’ll figure out the rest from there.”

“You had me at, playing games at work,” Drake said. A cocky grin popped on him. “Beating everyone at Battle Brothers would just be a bonus.” His best friend sucked at fighting games. Alexander knew that better than anyone.

“I’d love to contest that claim.” Lev’s eyes found Drake’s and, like a green light for go, it sparked a competitive verbal sparring match between the two. Excluding Lynette and Alexander.

Alexander despised that it sounded fun. He wouldn’t admit that to Lynette. I’m still pissed at you for yesterday. He released a defeated sigh. “You should put your stuff away. We gotta head in.”

Lynette bobbed her head and scurried off to put her backpack and jacket in break room one. As she did, he held up his calloused hands and flexed his fingers, wondering if his muscle memory would kick in during their match.

...

With everyone’s support secured, I enthusiastically arrived at the counter to work with Alexander for the day. This gives me a chance-!

“When did you get those?” Alexander asked as I rested my palms on the countertop.

I forgot the bruises on my wrists. “Oh.” Wicks didn’t mean it. I wore my jacket earlier to hide them from Wicks before I left and unintentionally hid them from everyone here when I got in. “Around 5 this morning? I was close to falling over the couch, and my brother, while saving me, gripped my wrists too tightly.” To ensure Alexander didn’t get the wrong impression of Wicks, I awkwardly added, “I’m like a banana. I bruise easily.” Does that make it sound more suspicious?

Meticulously, Alexander’s eyes scanned the pizzeria and everyone in it. There were a handful of people in the lobby, none of them by the cash desks. “Move back.”

I retreated a few steps, as he instructed. He moved over, blocking me from the others with his body, and stared down. Far below the menu, my spine hit the extra dips and sauces counter we had behind the registers. He paused, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

“Um, X-xander?” I shortened his name, so nervous I nearly forgot it. Then his pupils glowed—a signal that he was about to change his size to swallow me. I gasped and turned to run to the kitchen. He exclaimed, “stop!” I faltered and did. Unamused by my reaction, he lowered his sound and grumbled out an instruction, “lift your arms up.”

Trembling, I whispered, “why?” as I held my arms close. I remembered what he did the first day once he had my hands.

A low growl emanated from his throat. “I wouldn’t stupidly eat you outside lunch, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m going to fix them.”

In slight apprehension, I raised them for him to see and carefully watched that his body didn’t change. He touched my bruises with his sight alone. The subtle throbbing subsided. In a minute or two, the faint blue glow coming from his eyes disappeared, bringing them back to gray. I checked my wrists, and the bruises were gone. “I barely felt anything.”

He returned to his register, peeking over, and unlike before, his deep voice was smooth and resonant. It carried an authority that hinted at a knowledge of magic. “We call it reversal magic because it looks like it reverses time. Restoration to their original state is what it does for objects and people. For living beings, it will restore our bodies to what it considers a restored state. The more time you wait, the harder it is to fix it. Objects on the other hand have a shorter ‘restoration period’.”

Alexander is some kind of mythical being. Why does this feel unexpected? Until now, he’s been unfriendly and rude, and he hadn’t said anything more than a threat to me, besides the first day. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” He asked.

I looked back at my wrists and shook my head, resetting my thoughts. “No, I’m great.” Be thankful he helped you, Lynette. This might be progress.

He grunted, accepting my answer.

In a gentle gesture, I picked up my hand, nearly meeting his biceps. “Um, thank you for the time and effort.”

He was quiet. My gaze drifted to his face. He was looking downward at the counter with a grimace, his mouth puckered like he had something disgusting in it. Is he frustrated? Alexander huffed. “I’m going to get the effort I spent back anyway when I win.”

I withdrew my arm and shuddered with disgust. “I’m grateful you helped me, but I disagree.”

Alexander scoffed, derisively showing my lack of intimidation. He towers more than a foot taller, and his vocals are so incredibly deep and rough that his growls sound genuinely animalistic. How would I EVER scare him? “I told you, I’m not losing.”

The abrupt influx of patrons provided me with a convenient excuse to avoid any more bickering with my difficult coworker.

...

I finished rueing my short disposition in time for Drake to walk into the breakroom. I asked him for help to set up my console on the suspended television.

To maximize the chaos and improve my chances of winning, I enabled almost all items, except the air blaster and the home run bat.

“That’s going to be hectic.” Drake said, grabbing one of the several controllers I laid out on the table. He hopped and threw himself back beside me on the giant couch.

“That’s the point.” I said, making sure we were on three stocks and had a five-minute timer. Lev and Alexander took their seats, controllers in hand. Lev was at the opposite end of me and Alexander, next to Drake, between him and Lev.

I readjusted my sweaty hold. On the selection screen, I chose the key boy. Drake picked the cute girl dog from Zoo Folks Town, while Alexander chose the main protagonist of Identity 5 and Lev played the famous pocket monster.

“Wow, dude,” Drake jested, “but you won’t play Identity 5?”

If they hadn’t shown me, they were monsters, I would never have believed them. From beside him, Alexander mockingly snickered. “He’s a good fighter in Battle Bros. I have to pick him.”

He’s a good fighter? Please don’t mean what I think it means… I leaned over, looking beyond Drake to him. “Oh, so you’ve played a lot?”

Reminiscent of an anime villain, Alexander pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smirked. “Did I not mention the countless hours I poured into this game, including the grueling Nuzlocke’s?”

I threw myself back and sank into the cushions. Perfect. I ignored their teasing and clicked the random button. It summoned a wall-less stage for us, and the second we started, their characters chased me about the area.

“I thought you guys would act sportsmanlike!!” I squealed, mashing my buttons. I lost my first life on a failed recovery when Lev bullied me off. And when I figured I could catch my breath, the character Drake summoned sent mine into the stratosphere. He apologized in a whisper. Then, my terrible mistake—a poorly thrown bomb that damaged me—gave Alexander the opportunity to toss an item at my character and knock them off stage.

I sank into the soft cushions, drew my knees to my chest, and had the overwhelming compulsion to become a roly-poly.

Alexander, fixated on the screen, casually remarked, “are you sure you’ve played before?”

“I expected you guys might have played every once in a while. I didn’t know you did a 100 or more hours into it.” Lev and Alexander laughed, and I fought in my defense. “Plus, you both kept targeting me!”

Positioned on the far end of the couch, Lev’s chuckles persisted, echoing in the corner, “you always take out the weakest link first, Lynette.”

Alexander, in his bend forward, glanced over, “And if you’re out of the game, you can’t wi-” Lev smacked his character off the edge, “you ass!”

Next to be taken out was Drake. He reclined in his seat, observing the pair with me in quiet attentiveness. They stood up in front of the T.V., alongside one another, two stocks left on their characters.

“You should have picked a feasible bet,” Drake said.

“Yeah.”

Despite Drake’s unintentional delivery, his words sounded insulting. “Were you honestly expecting us to not know how to play?”

“I expected…” What did I expect? To be a god at this game? Why didn’t I pick something like Mascot Party? That’s a random chance. “I don’t know? The chaos of items to help me.” I put my knuckles to my forehead, blocking the screen with my arms. “I didn’t think they’d try to kill me right off the bat.”

“They have the incentive to take you out. Why wouldn’t you consider that?!”

“I assumed they’d play nice” I thought the two people who’ve tricked me would play fair. What was I thinking? “All I wanted was more days to enjoy my actual job.”

Drake’s judgmental stare transcended the bangs that normally made it impossible to get a good look at his eyes. “You like working the registers.”

I exclaimed, “Yeah!” I laid my head back and looked at the seamlessly endless ceiling. “My heart swells when customers smile at me, and I think it’s awesome to meet so many different people, even if it’s brief.” I adjusted my hat and subtly, trying not to call him out, asked. “Would you rather be eaten?”

Drake sharply turned, hissing, “No! I hate it.”

“Exactly.” I’m glad someone gets it.

He re-combed his black hair over his eyes and faced the screen again. “Your plan’s smart, though. Winning once or twice a week will probably keep them satisfied.”

“Thanks.” I quieted myself to a mutter. “If I could not be eaten permanently, that’d be great.”

“This is the best you’re gonna get,” Drake said. I knew he was right.

He scratched his head under his cap. “Oh, and also, uh, Lynette.” He shrugged his shoulders, “I feel touched you included me in that battle and all, but I don’t eat people.”

“I hoped if you said yes, you’d convince Alexander to join. You could give up your day to one of them, or-” I fake coughed, “me, please.”

“Ah, you used me.” Drake said.

I bowed my head in apology. “Not in malice! It was between me getting you on board, or trash talking Xander.” I don’t need him to have any more reasons to be merciless.

“YES!” Drake and I snapped to the screen to see Alexander won the sudden death. “Shit, I can’t believe I won that.”

In prideful defeat, Lev partially congratulated the winner. “You’re not half bad at the game. That was fun.”

He grinned broadly, “neither are you. I had no idea you even enjoyed this type of game, much less video games.”

“I like competition, video games or otherwise. I’ve played this Lacking Justice, Immortal Conflict, and the likes.”

“You play Lacking justice, too?”

The thought hit me at the same time Drake mentioned it. “I think you inadvertently made them soon to be friends.”

My lips whimpered in unexplainable sorrow. What have I done? What if they work together and correlate the best ways to beat me? The soft bell rang and flashed with my name above the door. Breaks over. In a last-ditch effort, I hoped I could get some pity if I was nice about losing. “Good job on your match, Xander.”

Alexander instantly tossed my sincere faith aside. “You lost so badly, it seemed you wanted me to win.”

I twisted on my heels, broken by his tease. “I’m leaving.”

...

Earlier, I crumbled at the registers. Alexander didn’t harshly ridicule me. However, his smug grin and abnormally cordial behavior toward customers felt like he did. WHY DID I ASSUME I WOULD BE THE BEST AT THE GAME! I blamed my mind, as if it plotted my downfall.

During lunch, Alexander got me back for yesterday in a way so horrid I almost preferred Lev. I’d rather forget than write it. Afterwards, I woke up in the nurses’ office. I don’t know why I imagined there would be a ‘lesser of two evils’. They eat people. What sane sentient being does that?! I thought Edgar might make them do it, so I’d quit, but Lev and Alexander seemed too happy to oblige for that to be the case. Either way, I wanted to stay in the infirmary bed.

I preferred not to move, though comfort prompted me to consider it. My arm crept up and rested over my eyes to shield them from the fluorescent hospital like lights. That’s much better. Hello darkness. I joked, and the song correlated to those words played in my head.

As I laid there, the recurring question about the menace’s slipped from my mouth, “what’s the point?”

Unexpectedly, someone answered me back. “The point of what, Miss Wayland?”

I sat up quickly and looked to my side. Standing stoically beside me was Tristan, the nurse with an unchanging expression. The picture of professionally composed. His neutrality, even when well-intentioned, mostly left me feeling like a failed experiment on a cold lab table.

Suppressing my shock, I let my fear out with a strong exhale through my nose, “Heeey, Tristan.”

My attempt at a casual rest turned into an undignified plop because I forgot there was nothing to lean on.

“Hello.” his eyes traced my few bounces on the bed. His flat line lips didn’t budge, not even a curl. “What was your question pertaining to?”

Up again, I asked, “is there a reason monsters eat people?” Worst-case scenario, he’d explain that me living through the process wasn’t normal. I gripped my knees at the possibility of them killing humans. What if they serve them on pizza? WHAT IF I’VE BEEN HELPING THEM SELL PIZZA WITH GROUND HUMANS.

“For energy.” He said.

And? I waited for more with pleading eyes.

He repeated himself, assuming I didn’t hear him, “for energy.”

My voice squeaked, “what kind of energy? Do you mean life energy?!” I scrambled on the bed, practically falling, and clutched the edges. “Are you saying my lifespan is shortening because of them?” I won’t survive the year! I jumped at the chance, like always, to curse my boss more.

Tristan’s serious and flat expression made my panic feel unrecognized, so I deflated as he stared down at me. He got the side of his rounded glasses and lifted them up. At first, I thought he was sporting the condescending sunglasses stare. Then I recoiled when I saw his eyeballs were gone. Where they should have been were like empty, sunken in sockets that matched his skin tone. It looked as if he was born without them.

The arches of his eyebrows moved down, showing he was concentrating on me.

“Your energy has reverted to its normally excessive amount. Your regeneration, much like every human, is fine.” He said, dropping his glasses back on his face. His eyeballs returned as he did.

I hesitantly asked, “are those magically making it so you have eyes?”

“Yes. I’m what humans would refer to as a slime. These glasses allow me to see the world as you do.” He stepped to his desk and addressed my earlier question. “Energy is what we need to function, same as humans, and we can gain it faster by taking it from other beings.” He pushed his lenses up. “Although most of us don’t eat sentient beings.”

So, I won the lottery with monsters who do.

“I see. So, my lifespan is safe?” I watched him walk back off. He held up the resignation. I shook my head, no.

Tristan lowered the paper. “It’s almost impossible for a monster to syphon energy fast enough to kill a human.” His chilly hand reached up and tapped my skin. “Except for a well-trained magus or prodigy, they can perform a rapid drain, which collects a massive amount of energy at the moment of touch.”

My face went pale, and I tilted to his grasp on me.

He lifted it. “I’m not a magus.”

“Right.”

“Sandra is a magus.”

“Oh, neat.”

What felt like ten minutes passed before we exchanged more dialogue. “Do you need anything else?” He asked.

“I think I’m fine.” I cleared my throat, steadily sliding off the bed. “T-thank you, Tristan.”

“Have a pleasant evening.”

“You too.” I left, picked up my things in the breakroom, and went home. I wanted to ask more, truly. My instinct to live, however, told me finding out someone working with us could kill me with a single touch was more than enough for one night.

...

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She stomped toward me without regard for personal space. Her different colored eyes, one gray and one blue, danced around me like bouncing betties. I staggered, stepping away, but she ducked and circled me. When I attempted to time my escape, her uniform crawling up distracted me. Whoa, whoa, whoa! “M-miss-” My attention withdrew from her exposed abdomen to the extra set of arms springing out from her back. I wheezed as one shot out and wrapped around my torso, pinning down my arms, and the other kept patting at my face. Their pinkish gray texture was rough like pineapple skin, and when the noodle like arm twisted like taffy to press a hand next to my ear, I swore I heard a very faint humming. She brought her delicate hands to my cheeks, locking my eyes with hers. She then exhaled and groaned expressively in disappointment. Her hands let go, and the extended did too. They receded as fast as a released tape measure into her back. “This sucks, you’re just a lame-o human.”

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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.