#you guys I’m brain rotting so hard rn

[goldfyshie927]

I think Maddie Nolen is hot and I don’t care who knows it

[harrysbooty]

jack champion hc’s!

a/n: currently in deep jack champion brain rot… this prob has errors but i’m too tired to care so enjoy!! 💘💘

jack champion! who practically kisses the ground you walk on. in his eyes, you hung the sun, moon, and stars.

jack champion! who saves just about any picture you send him.

jack champion! who lets you talk on and on just because he likes loves the sound of your voice.

jack champion! who could stare at you for hours. (in a loving way, not a creepy weirdo way)

jack champion! who never misses the opportunity to post about you. tiktok, instagram, bereal, anything. trust me you’re on it.

jack champion! who always finds a way to bring you up in any conversation.

jack champion! who loves the feeling of your touch. sexual or non-sexual. i mean physical touch is his middle name.

jack champion! who follows you around like a lost puppy. (seriously even has the puppy eyes and everything)

jack champion! who will learn your favorite song on piano. (yes i fully believe he is a piano guy. no i won’t be taking any comments at this time)

jack champion! who believes you’re it for him. he’ll never find another like you, and to be honest he doesn’t really need to.

jack champion! who calls you any nickname in the book. baby, sweetheart, love, babe, angel, etc. although his personal favorite is baby doll.

jack champion! who is an absolute sap for you and has no shame in showing it.

“bro you’re so whipped.”

“okay and?”

jack champion! who could sit in complete silence with you but still be perfectly content, just because he’s with you.

jack champion! who says i love you almost too quickly. but once he felt it, he couldn’t not say it.

jack champion! who will spam text you 70 times if you don’t answer after the first. oh and don’t forget about the 30+ calls/facetimes.

jack: hey

jack: hello

jack: hi

jack: i’m bored

jack: can u come over

jack: i miss u

jack: hellooooo

jack: are u dead

jack: babe

jack: babe

jack: babe

jack: what if i was falling off a cliff rn

jack: u don’t love me

jack: ANSWER PLS

jack: im actually dead now thx u let me die

jack: HELLO

jack: pls answer me

jack: im sad

jack: i miss u

you: jack i was showering

jack: U STILL LET ME DIE

jack champion! who sends you tiktoks even if you’re sitting directly next to him.

jack champion! who prefers to be little spoon because he likes the feeling of being in your arms. (barf)

jack champion! who makes it his mission to make sure your entire family likes him.

jack champion! who will buy you anything you need because he likes to spoil you. see a necklace you like? expect to get it for your birthday. new dress you saw at a store? already bought.

jack champion! who does anything to make you blush.

jack champion! who is die hard one direction fan. like knows every song. (but let’s be honest don’t we all?)

jack champion! who plays with your hair whenever your head is in his lap.

jack champion! who loves when you play with his fingers subconsciously. it’s something so simple, but it makes his heart soar everytime.

jack champion! who knows your every order from any food place you guys go to.

jack champion! who traces small shapes into your thighs when his head in in your lap. (bonus points for small kisses here and there)

jack champion! who always greets you first before doing anything else when he comes home. (if you’re living together or even just visiting one another)

jack champion! who will kiss any part of you he can. (don’t tell anyone i told you this but his favorite is nose kisses, giving or receiving)

jack champion! who would do anything for you because you’re the best thing to happen to him and he’ll be dammed if he ever lost you. (told ya… mans a sap)

a/n: zoowee she was a lengthy one. pretty pls send in any requests you have for me. i do top gun, obx, jack (just not ethan yet bc i haven’t watched any of the scream movies but i’m getting there i promise). anywho hope u liked :)) smooches 💘💘

[iheartjameshetfield]

the rtl james thing was so good thank yewww muah~ 😚

I’ve also been thinking abt ajfa James (nose ring/undercut brain rot) coming back home from tour and y’all are SO needy for eachother. Like, you’re trying to hold back and ask him about how the tour went and this and that….

James is so so eager too and he’s trying to answer your questions but his dick is so hard just from you giving him a welcome home hug.

a few minutes pass by and he can’t take it anymore so he just picks you up and takes you to bed. he’s so eager but romantic at the same time. there’s so much pent up emotion between the two of you. he was away for weeks and you had missed eachother so much. the phone calls weren’t enough.

James and y/n end up having the most passionate fuck ever and you guys get kinda emotional. OKAY, I’m done ooof 😓

AHHHHH THIS MAN CANNOT HOLD HIMSELF BACK ANYMORE HE JUST NEEDS TO HAVE YOU.

he would literally just say “i’m sorry baby, we’ll talk later but i just need to have you now,” and will throw you against the bed, kissing you with an unbelievable amount of passion. he’s thinking with his dick rn, hes BEEN thinking with his dick ever since he saw you, he got near you. he hugged you, feeling your chest against his as he inhaled your scent, missing everything about you.

as much as he needed you tho, i feel like he’d be so sweet, taking your clothes off, pressing little kisses with each item he strips as he murmurs words like, “fuck you’re so beautiful,” or “i miss my pretty girl.”

the sweetness he had just two seconds ago disappears the instant he sees your naked body splayed out on your bed just for him. he takes off his clothes, not wanting to waste any time and just needing to be inside of you.

he towers over you before lining himself up with you as you bring your hands up, resting them against his shoulders. you gasp when he thrusts inside you, bottoming out as he lets out a groan, missing the feeling of you around him. he wastes no time and immediately starts pistoning his hips against yours, the sound of skin slapping against each other spurring the both of you on. he grabs your thigh, hiking one of your legs against his hip.

“god, you feel so fucking good. takin’ me so well”

james would lean down, taking one breast into his mouth and biting down on it while you cradle his head there with one arm and you claw at his back with your free hand, trying to hold back your groans and cries.

he delivers a slap to your thigh, slamming into you even harder. “nuh uh, baby, none of that. i wanna hear you.” he whispers against your ear, his plush lips brushing against the shell your ear, making you cry out.

you were starting to get close to your orgasm, so you began to thrust upwards, meeting his hips to speed up the process. you start clenching around him, pornographic moan leaving your lips, but james’ lips quickly muffle the sounds.

“shit, i’m gonna cum so hard.” he groans when he pulls away from your mouth. you feel him shoot in hot spurts deep inside of you, but his hips don’t stop slapping against you. in fact, they speed up, if that’s even possible.

you lean forward, holding yourself up with one arm to chase your orgasm as james delivers words of encouragement. you mindlessly nod your head, not being able to focus with the words coming out of his mouth when he hits your sweet spot, the sounds of his cum mixed with your wetness driving you insane.

“come on, gorgeous, cum for me.” he leans down to connect your lips in a kiss, causing you to practically scream in his mouth as you cum, a tear falling from the corner of your eye. he pulls out of you, wanting to see the way both of your cum mixed together leak out.

“so fucking beautiful.” he says to himself more than you, admiring the sight.

he shuffles closer to you, the both of you too tired to clean up and also so needy for each other, not wanting to be apart for a second so you decide to clean up later since you were gonna burn the sheets anyway

pulling my hair.

[yeonzzzn]

i’m so excited to share what I am working on currently with you guys like this is brain rotting me so hard rn

[safetycar-restart]

okay so all i can think about rn for corruption kink is like poly!vr46 like you and bezz teaching the omegas on how to get through their heats if you guys for some reason can’t be there. like you’re all curled up in the nest and one of the pups just starts grinding against you because he needs help and he’s just so horny and wants his alpha to fix it and make it better.

corruption kink also lowkey fits sub!oscar like he’s just so subby and doesn’t know what to do and he just wants his dom to help him but she’s far away for some reason so he facetimes her and is like help meeeeeee. so she teaches him how over the phone?

i don’t know it’s all just kinda brain rot atm but have a good day!

🔙🦴anon

Listen if this is your idea of brainrot then please continue because oh my god this is great. I’m gonna discuss each of these ideas, because of course.

POLY!VR46:

(For context, this is an au we discuss sometimes where Bez and reader are alphas and the rest of the academy are all omegas. You start off just dating Bez but slowly you and Bez kinda become the joint alphas for the entire academy)

So firstly, Bez would be SO into the idea of corrupting his cute omega pack mates. He LOVES wrecking them, isnt finished with them until they’re covered in cum and unable to remember their own names. So corruption kink? Absolutely.

I think it starts off pretty organically? Like you don’t plan it, but one day you and Bez are cuddling with Cele and discussing when Cele’s next heat is. You both realise that while you’ll try your best to get there, there’s a genuine chance Cele might have to spend the first day or two on his own.

And he is NOT pleased with this at all. Especially not because just the week before you and Bez had tagged teamed and fucked Pecco silly during his heat. Cele wants the same!!!

You try to reassure him that you’ll be there as soon as you can and remind him that he can look after himself. Bez pipes up then, telling Cele he can use dildos on himself and make himself cum over and over again.

Which of course gets Cele a little riled up and then suddenly you’ve got a whiney, pouty omega grinding against you and asking what he must do to himself. And Bez, the master of dirty talk, is more than happy to educate Cele on the things he can do, whispering absolute filth into his ear. While he does this, you move your hands to Cele’s hips and start directing his grinding, basically making him hump your thigh.

The poor thing leave a little puddle of slick on your thigh when he cums.

(And then a few days later you have all the other omegas demanding the same attention because they heard what you and Bez did to Cele)

SUB!OSCAR:

Yeah he’s such a subby baby!! He gets into this headspace where he just feels completely useless and dumb? And then even though he’s rock hard and more than capable of jerking himself off, he can’t!!! He’s too subby for that, all he can do it whine and huff and spam message you until you give in and FaceTime him.

The moment he answers, you’re greeted by a very pouty Oscar. His hair is a mess and his lips are bright red from how he’s been biting them.

When you ask what’s wrong, he just mumbles “help me” and then unceremoniously flips the camera so you can see the bulge in his boxers. You get it then, he’s all subby and very unhappy there’s no one around to play with his cock.

You tell him that you’ll help him, that he can make himself feel good if he just listens to you. At first he’s uncertain, not liking the idea of doing any of it himself but you promise him that he just needs to listen to you, he won’t have to think at all.

You ‘teach’ him how to hump a pillow, which is something you’ve had him do so many times before but you know he’d get all whiney and unhappy if you didn’t give him precise instructions and act like he’s never done this before.

He sounds so shocked when he tries and it feels good? He babbles on and on about how good it feels and thanks you for showing him and promises he’s being a good boy.

(Arguably good boys don’t spam you until you call them and then show you their cock unprompted but oh well, at least he’s cute)

[hyukalyptus]

HP!!!!! :D

it’s been way too long since we’ve talked abt period sex with txt </3 i’m especially thinkin abt it with soob~ i feel like he’d just go crazy at the idea that every part of you is extra sensitive especially your boobs. like imagine him rutting into you, hands squeezing the fat of ur hips, and mouth latched onto ur nipple, looking up at you with his eyebrows furrowed as he reaches his orgasm 💔💔💔 fuck he’s so adorable i can’t

cw. chubby!reader, use of the word "fat," period sex, nipple play.

omg ur so right—kinda in my soobin brain rot era rn im on my period rn so that's prob it tbh but yeah i think he's kinda a sucker for period sex. u and i agree he's a subby service top kinda guy so making his mommy feel better while she's cramping is his dream :3

and the fact that ur absolutely begging for it doesn't hurt either. and thEN ur tits and nipples being extra sensitive? how could he not wanna fuck u over and over?

and honestly thank you for simply saying fat. i've been wanting to but thought other ppl may get upset. BUT anyway- him squeezing ur fat thighs and fat ass.....smiling at how positively soft and squishy u are :(

trying to moan but his mouth is stuffed w ur tit so they come out all muffled and pathetic. his pretty lips wrapped around. ur hard nipple omfg. he's so hot istg.

[hyunsvngs]

the lee know brain rot is GETTING ME so i'm here to request a lil something i've been brewing 🫣🫣

best friend minho walks in on you doing the fantasize dance for a tiktok and goes FERAL

kisses you abrubtly, confesses that he's always loved you, then you guys fuck like bunnies 😩

ok i had to look up the fantasize dance bc im dumb. BUT WOWWW WYEAH ASS MAN LINO WOULD GO INSANE. IDK IF UW ANTED ME TO WRITE A FULL ONESHOT BASED ON THIS BUT IM KINDA DOIN A LIL SHORT HORNY THOUGHTS EVENT RN SO I’LL JUST DOTHAT

like imagine… you’re putting your whole body into the dance, swaying and dropping low. it’s then the door swings open, and minho is stood there, staring at his phone. “hey, do you have a charger-“

you look up when you’re quite literally parallel to the floor, ass pushed out at an angle. minho’s jaw is dropped. he has stopped breathing. he’s staring quite fixatedly at your ass, and then he throws his phone to the bed.

“i gotta- fucking- sorry, i just gotta,” he blurts, and then minho’s pressing you to the hard flooring beneath you, pressing his lips to yours. “fucking gorgeous. wow. you look so good. do the dance for me?”

you giggle, surprisingly not shocked at your best friend kissing you til you’re out of breath like that. “absolutely not, that’s so embarrassing! you’d think i’m so dumb. i was just messing-“

“i’d never think you’re dumb,” minho’s solemn, eyebrows knitted together. “you’re amazing. i’ve always wanted you.”

and god, the smooth talker minho is, he has you in bed less than fifteen minutes later. pounding into your pussy, pushing your legs up against your chest… you’ve orgasmed around his thick cock multiple times, and he’s filled you up twice, but he’s not stopping.

“you don’t know how long- aah- how long i’ve fucking waited, jesus,” he’s mumbling, length soaking wet as it pummels into you. you whine, holding onto your legs with a death grip. “always fucking- teasing me, whore. wanted to get fucked, didn’t you? god- i love you so much.”

♡ juno

[lagncx]

I promise

I PROMISE IM COOKING FANFICS. Lowkey been avoiding Levi it’s just people don’t like the subby way I write him well no one’s ever said that I just read it on someone else’s blog but it’s like zzz he’s a virgin. VIRGIN.. CIRDHDJN so like wtf is he? A sex god? No. Maybe after a few fucking sessions but eh. I don’t write smut like that. My repitore is full of angst fluff brain rot brain fart brain shit. Like it goes on and on. Thank god nobody was reading my Miguel fics it surprises me people like my fics now. Honestly it feels like I’m leaving something for people. Like what if I blew the fuck up rn. Or Miranda takes me for her experiment and I turn into a Lyczn. Y’all would have my fics. :3 I say “don’t take it seriously” but I really love when you guys like it. When you guys read it even if it’s dumb. Even if I turn you and astarion into a corny marriage with a lil asshole son. Or have you turn into a wolf titan and push your nose into Levi’s face. I’ve been having drafts and drafts of Heisenberg on me. Thing is it’s hard to write for him and not make a repetitive post of being someone that got captured and you learn to love him or of being some villager that catches his eye. I write based on music. I have a few ideas and I think I can finish it. It’s hard for me to write for Karl cause I feel so passionate about him. Same with Astarion. But I wanna be a writer and I wanna make something different. People can come back for a good read. So far I’m working on two Heisenberg fics. One isn’t romance at all actually it’s in the time frame where he was kidnapped by Miranda it’s not an x reader it’s sorta weird it’s like not an oc so I just make it reader cause I don’t say y/n a lot ruins things sometimes it’s based on a frozen song in the broadway musical. Second, is romantic based on rough hands. Lol it’s sorta brain rot and I write on the fly without planning. I’m trying to make it lengthy which is why it’s taking so long I write late into the night and at school between classes but I’ve been sick and tired and so I’ve just enjoyed reading Karl x reader on a03 which I also dread cause sometimes they post crazy shit on there. love Karl Heisenberg forever

[cloudcountry]

So how’s your brain rot for Ikevamp (and possibly Mystic Messenger) going? 🤧 /lh

Ooh, while I’m here, I seek some fish knowledge!! This kinda sounds like a dumb question, but do you know if there are any pink fish out there?

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

HI JACKDAW ANON!!!!! :D ITS NICE TO SEE YOU AWAWHWAHAWA

THANK YOU FOR ASKING <33 ITS GOING SO GOOD OMGGG i am fixating so hard and im getting teh hourglasses i need for v's route (182 MORE!!!) and ikevamp has me in a CHOKEHOLD i am loving it so much rn. isaac is so cute AND IM AT THE PART IN HIS ROUTE WERE HES CATCHING FEELINGS FOR THE MC IM GOING TO DIE!!!!!

and thank you for asking about fish too!!!!! THERE ABSOLUTELY ARE PINK FISH BUT IM JUST GONNA SHOW YOU SOEM LOVELY PINK MARINE LIFE HEHE

i love this little guy,,,, the pink meanie!!!

so gorgeous :((

2. SEA PIGS!!! (that i affectionately call sea piggies even though those are a different thing oops!!!) i gave one of my followers this name and it is well loved hehe <33

3. sea slugs can be pink too!!!!

4. THE BETTA FISH!!!! theyre so pretty <333

5. and ofc, the cutiepie blobfish <33

HGASFD LET ME KNOW I YOU WANT ME TO TALK ABOUT ANY OF THEM MORE IN DEPTH!!!! :D i hope you like them <3

[froggibus]

Never Be Alone - Leon S. Kennedy

Pairing: Leon S Kennedy x reader

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 900

Summary: after a particularly rough mission, you and Leon get your bearings in a hotel room waiting for extraction

CW: RE2! Leon (kind of), mentions of blood, mentions of violence, paranoia, hurt/comfort, cuddling, leon is a dork

i have some RE brain rot rn so this is what you guys get lol. working on some requests rn so those will probably be out. also!!! i am doing tryouts for an ow team this week on top of work so ill be a bit busier == slightly less content

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Sitting under the boiling stream of water, it’s hard to believe that less than a day ago you were fighting for your life on a mission. The horrors of yesterday haven’t been forgotten, though. The stench of blood and rotting flesh will probably be burned into your mind forever. 

The only solace of the mission, the shining star amidst the sea of decay, was your partner: Leon Kennedy. Was he a bit dorky? Yes, but that same happy go lucky energy was what kept you going. 

Plus, he had saved your life more times than you could count. 

There’s a knock on the door. “Y/n, are you alive in there?” 

“S-sorry! Yeah! I’ll be out in a minute.”

You rush to rinse your hair and body, before turning off the shower and stepping onto the towel you folded into a makeshift bath mat. The hotel is surprisingly nice, with plush white towels that are soft on your aching body. 

You put on your underwear from yesterday, but leave your clothes on the floor. They’re covered in ashes and blood and gore, and you’ll have to wash them once Leon’s clothes are done. 

You roll them in a ball and toss them on the back counter before wrapping yourself in your towel. You walk out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam released behind you. 

“I got carried away, sorry,” you admit.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Leon’s laying on his back in one of the double beds, arms stretched above his head. “Just making sure you didn’t pass out and drown or something.”

“Do lots of people drown in showers?”

A smile ghosts across his lips, “you never know.”

Though faint, the smile warms you. After the horrors the two of you have seen, it’s good to know the same old Leon is still inside. 

You flop onto the bed face first, stretching your limbs out. You hear Leon scoff from the bed across from you. 

“What?”

“Nice outfit,” he snickers, cheeks tinged pink. 

“Hey—you’re the one that’s hogging the washer.”

“Speaking of that,” he lazily rolls out of bed, feet padding against the carpeted floor. 

You watch as he disappears into the bathroom and hear him dig around in the washer. You can’t help but wince at his shadow on the wall—too used to constantly being on guard. 

It’s been a while since you slept more than a few hours, but even in the comfy hotel beds, you doubt you’ll be able too. You’re haunted. 

Leon comes back into the room, wearing his pants and no shirt. “Here,” he tosses you a warm ball of fabric, “you can wear this for now. I put your clothes in so they’ll be done soon.”

You drop your towel to the floor, almost forgetting Leon is staring at you. You slip his shirt over your head and let it drape over your skin. 

He looks away before you can see the way he’s gaping at you. “Well, I’m gonna get some rest.”

You want to ask him to stay up with you, but you know that’ll be selfish. So, you simply nod and watch as he flicks off the lamp. Leon slips under the covers and rolls over, back to you. 

You try to close your eyes, but every click of the radiator or sound of a car peeling out of the parking lot forces them open again. Every shadow cast on the wall from the street lamps outside threatens to attack you. 

You toss and turn before giving up and sitting up perfectly rigid in the bed. The sound of rustling fabric fills your ears before the lamp is turned on again. 

“Y/n?” Leon squints at you in the light, “have you slept at all?”

“No,” you admit. 

He sighs. “Me either.”

“How come?”

“Just—stressed, I guess. I know we’re out but it feels like we’re still there, you know?”

You nod. You feel the exact same way, after all. Worried that at any moment you or Leon is going to be killed and you’re going to be all alone again. 

“I keep worrying we’re going to be attacked and—and I won’t be able to protect yo—us,” he sounds sad. 

“I just don’t want to be all alone again…”

He sits up, eyes looking into yours with a new intensity. “You won’t be, y/n. I promise.”

“Leon,” you say, “could you—would it be okay if you slept in my bed?”

He’s grateful for the dim lighting so that you can’t see the way his cheeks are burning. He shakes his head and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. You shift over, lifting the corner of the blanket to make room for him. 

It’s a small bed, not really meant for two grown adults, but tonight it will have to do. Leon slides under the comforters next to you, and rolls over to face you. 

His body is so close to yours that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. You don’t even realize what you’re doing before you’re wrapping your arms around him and pushing your head into his chest. 

Leon is shocked at first, but he reciprocates your hug regardless. Strong arms wrapping around you, head on top of yours. 

The two of you managed to sleep peacefully, terrors of the night forgotten. 

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[stickynotestoletters]

ugggh so I am a dirty little slut for sal fisher and I had a thought about it sooooo,,,,

Sal Fisher x GN (masc body) headcanons of what he's like with you

this is gonna be very heavily influenced by the fact I am sleepy and really wanna write this rn!

Warnings: Non-canon-compliant (Sal lives, Larry lives, Todd doesn't go crazy, no murder), some NSFW stuff, switch-bottom leaning Sal, Service Top Sal

Highschool

When he first meets you he's, hands down, the most flustered he's ever been before

Like, he's really into you

He just sees you in the hall and immediately blushes

he goes around his days as usual and stuff still but now he's eyeing you whenever you come into view

it's cute, he looks like a little kitten peering at you from around the corner because he’s too shy to say something

Larry makes little jokes about it and always tells him to talk to you

"wow, what a stalker" is his usual line when he finds Sal looking at you from somewhere

he musters up the courage to talk to you in his junior year when you wear a Sanity's Fall's shirt to class one day

from then on you two talk together whenever you have class and stuff

your parents move into the apartments in your senior year because of a demotion and you and Sal start hanging out outside of school

He finally asks you out on the last day of senior year

You and the gang go out to the football field the night after graduation

after they clean up all of the equipment for the stage

You guys end up smoking a blunt because Larry brought some of his stash and, hey, what's the harm?

You and Sal end up laying in the middle of the field while Larry chases Ash and Todd around on the bleachers

They're laughing and howling at the moon so you two just listen

Sal takes his mask off cause he feels more comfortable laying with it off

He takes out his pigtails and you comb through his hair for a bit

You look him in the eyes and just stop brushing your fingers through his hair long enough for him to look up at you

your eyes both meet and you two just stare

You see the stars in his eyes

Sal just thinks "You're the prettiest person I've ever seen"

"what?" "uhhhh....nothing"

"It's okay Sal!" You giggle at him and he giggles too

you both start giggling at each other and you two hug each other

still, just facing each other, heads tucked into shoulders, chests pressed so tightly together, legs intertwined

It's calm

He feels safe

So safe and warm

It's wonderful

So he sighs and says" I think I'm in love with you"

And it's an accident

He doesn't regret it, not processing it until you say "I'm in love with you too silly"

And you stay like that

no panic or guilt

just tucked away into each other

The gang goes to 7/11 that night-morning really it is 3 am-and get slushies

all of them are teasing you guys as you hold hands on the way there

it's cute

He's cute

You're cute

You both feel warm in the jackets you switch from each other

it's cute

"God the stalker finally got the victim in their clasps, another tragically happy ending" "Shut it Larry Face"

College

You both end up staying in different places after high school

You take a year off college and stay with your parents at Addison Apartments and Sal moves into the gang's house

It's nice, you see each other regularly for dates and ghost hunts

it's blissful

Then Sal starts having his nightmares again and you come over regularly for sleepovers

it's months into this routine of going home, getting new clothes from the apartments, go out with Sal, come and sleep at his place to help with nightmares, repeat that Larry has the most brilliant idea

"Why don't you just move in with Sal? You practically live with him anyway."

This is in front of you two, you're both at the gang's house and drinking some morning coffee

Sal not really jokes and agrees

And then you genuinely agree

It's a big moment for you two

Sal wanted you to move in right away but was scared his nightmares would affect you or you two wouldn't end up working out

So you two complied and stayed where you were

But this is gonna be an actual conversation where he is up for it and knows you two are stable

So you talk about it

You two agree

And you end up moving in that day

it's not that hard since most of your clothes are over there already

It's basically just moving your bed, knick-knacks, and bookshelf in so that's just the big things since you have a queen

It's bliss from there

you both settle into a nice routine and after you start college Sal decides to focus on his music for rn and take a break

You get a job and the dynamic is just... so pure

you guys are finally, finally, okay and the best thing is that you're together

He's still adorable and you're still sweet

You guys end up getting your own apartment outside of Nockfell and Addison Apartments

The gang stays around

Larry ends up moving in with you two for a little bit until he can afford his own place

Sal gets a lot more gigs out there in the city than he would have gotten in Nockfell and you get a job at a little club

Sal ends up playing there often because of you

NSFW headcanons

Okay so Sal is a hopeless romantic

before he moved to Nockfell he never really had anybody else who was interested in him

so he was super hopeless in planning your first time together

once you had slept over with each other a couple of times he makes this grand layout and waits for you to walk in to see him spred on the bed, clad in some cute underwear and nothing else

turns out though you were sick and sent Larry to tell Sal you couldn’t come over cause your phone was dead and you didn’t wanna get him sick

So Larry ends up walking in on a naked Sal and scarying the everloving crap out of him

He makes fun of y'all after that about it

So your first time is honestly uneventful after that whole fiasco

Deciding to just causally hook up at his place instead

Sal is a switch but he leans for bottoming

he can top, he's really good at being a service top

He’s not insecure about himself, he’s pretty big for his height *cough* (9.7) *cough*

but he prefers being spoiled and called pretty

loves being called feminine nicknames like "pretty baby" even if he is topping

stuff that's gender-neutral but is more feminine in origin

He likes it when you do it doggy-style if you're topping just cause if you press him into the mattress he can feel you better inside of him

Whines so much when you go faster

really likes getting fucked stupid, he wants his throat to be sore and his ass to be bed-ridden

Loves topping you when you're in his lap straddling him

He really likes to make you do work for a while, guides you and everything until you're breaking

when you eventually end up asking for him to "just fuck me already Sal...please?" He wants tears down your face, crying and desperate for him or else it’s not gonna happen

He ends up fucking into you like a monster from there if you are

loves when you lay on your back and he's on his knees sitting and thrusting into you, pulling you onto his lap

very vocal either way but he laughs and giggles more with you, his moans are less fucked out and more "oh god, yes!" in nature

His sex drive is really high, he could go for hours

If you end up getting tired when he's bottoming he's gonna bounce on your pretty cock and ride you so pathetically

It's so pathetically adorable

but if he's topping and you get tired he usually asks you if he can fuck you to sleep

You end up agreeing only if he cleans you up after

He doesn't have any severe kinks or whatnot

He's really into being breed though

Tie him up too while you do it

he likes gags as well

when you breed him he'll end up feeling bad after you finish and he can't feel it anymore once it's out

So you end up giving him a buttplug after to compromise

Sometimes if he's being a brat you'll tie him up, gag him, and leave him with a vibrator over stimming him

You'll leave him in the room and come back to a crying Sal, salivating and so fucked out without having even cum once

If you're ever being the brat he does the exact opposite

He'll tie you up but make it so you can't close your mouth

You have to be quiet though, he doesn’t want to hear anything louder than breathing and your pathetic whimpers

you're over stimmed to hell and orgasm so much it's difficult to keep awake

but do not fall asleep cause if you don't get through it to the end it won't end (Consensually of course)

He and Larry definitely hooked up once or twice before meeting you so I think he'd ask you to let him in on it

It becomes a regular occurrence until Larry moves out

But when you do have a threesome and he is feeling dominant get ready to not move for the next three weeks

It's nice though and doesn't end up changing the relationship between you three

That's it, I gotta stop before I cream myself into dirtier shit cause I am his slut. I have Sal Fisher brain rot syndrome so I'll definitely make another one eventually. Request some stuff and I'll be happy to write!

Continuation for Threesome hcs here by request

-Laika

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

ok ok as fun as watching the incorrect theorising from the background is, i think it’s only fair i threw you guys a bone.

1. im not part of the polycule or main gc BUT i am mutuals w most of you (including yourself)

2. as far as i know, i am only one person!

3. not a hint but the memes are so good. incredibly funny. this tiny section of tumblr is hoarding a lot of comedic talent it’s honestly unfair

4. im reluctant to come off anon bc i AM afraid of a shark attack. but i will admit that i rly only sent a message to em for two reasons: drama is fun!! what better way to spice up an already compelling romance than throwing a competitor into the mix?? what’s hotter than jealousy, am i right? and secondly, ofc i’ll swoon for a sports lesbian mutual. otters have weaknesses too.

5. but on a very real note their pda on the dash is adorable while also sickening. i am a full sharky x princess shipper. the only critique i have is: get!!! a!!!! room!!!! challenge (level: impossible, apparently)

anyway love your speculating- those big brain writer gears were TURNING. also completely unrelated but your werewolf robin has rotted my brain like im not the same woman i was before you wrote that au. u have a gift and it has cursed me

- 🦦

Oh my god HELLO otter, I am absolutely shocked to be receiving this message, and I am cackling over this

Thinking so hard about shared mutuals rn and making notes. It’s a fun little puzzle to figure out, I’ll admit!!

You really have to hand it to Grace. @avocadosockz is a comedic fucking genius and I wish I was half as funny 💀 Y’all don’t even see all the memes she makes. Maybe someday they’ll leave the containment of the gc lmao

Honestly, incredibly valid. You made a VERY compelling season of CDLM, it was very welcome and I applaud you. Honestly you’re pretty damn smooth. I’m with you on the sports lesbian thing. They are just so incredible and I am looking respectfully

Shark anon is a little terrifying, I’ll give you that. Love you Becca 🤪💛 That said,

Again I regretfully say y’all only see the half of it. Real quote from the group chat: “i said yearn on the dash not make a sex tape on the dash” - Grace. Get a room challenge FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE APPARENTLY. Disgustingly adorable. Gross.

I am. Going to cry. I cannot believe THE otter anon is a fan of my werewolf Robin. Brb screaming into a pillow. Thank you so much dude!! It really means a lot!!!

[leporinelou]

Hey, I need a full, like, 30k+ fic of nasty!Steve. Please and thank you. I will send all my love and money.

It's Steve being an ass out of fear and Billy not caring too much to start with because he's just enjoying the tease of him. And then Steve being an ass because he enjoys the power, he sees Billy wanting it more and he starts to enjoy it more with less fear but he still needs to feel a control so he's a little cruel, baits him and toys with him. And Billy starting to feel it but still not wanting to give this up, goes along with it.

And then maybe eventually he draws a line and Steve gets angry and fearful and mean, maybe messes with another guy in a way so that Billy finds out to make him jealous or finds out Billy is messing around with someone else and he starts trying to take them away, but when it pushes Billy further and he gets cold with Steve, he realises he's just hurt and starts to crawl back a little sweeter when he realises he misses Billy and not just what they were doing.

Or maybe Steve just realises he wants to hang out with Billy and not always be doing something, just be around him, talking and laughing and just leaning against him whilst they smoke or watch tv, with no other agenda. And it's difficult and he missteps a lot but they get there and he realises all the shit he done to Billy and starts trying to make up for it, being kinder and sweeter and caring and the way hes been with other partners before, and Billy is overwhelmed with getting what he wanted deep down. Maybe it's hard to navigate and he doesn't react well, scared to give in to it just for Steve to return to that cruel way before? But Steve doesn't. He deals with his issues and communicates more, cares openly with Billy. And Billy starts to learn to believe in his own self-worth and when he struggles, Steve makes sure to help him know it. And they actually start being happy.

I just love what you've done and how you write it, but i hate how it's consumed me and its the only type of relationship I wanna read right now.

I'll live for any little mentions of your nasty!Steve though. Thank you ❤️

genuinely so surprised that people like this whole asshole steve thing ?? but i’m living for it because SAME it’s all i can think about rn.. literal brain rot over over this

and god i love all of this !! it hurts so bad and i love it </3

i kinda don’t consider myself ‘a fic writer’ i’m ngl & i only really post stuff on here rn (apart from like two fics on ao3 that i’m not willing to discuss /hj) & idk if i could promise a whole fic to be completely honest because my brain simply does not work properly & i have the attention span/memory capacity of a goldfish (no joke)

however !! if i do write something longer then i’ll keep this in mind !! i do still have another ask(s ?) to answer about the sad boys dynamic so there’ll be more of me talking about them anyway dw

& my ask box is always open for prompts, suggestions etc etc i love it all (even if i do take ten years to answer i’m sorry) so !! yeah <3

how i look when i think about this dynamic btw just for a visual - it feels fitting

[shittypaperwork]

i’m going through a porco brain rot rn. idk if you do NSFW/18+, but can i request fem!reader sucking gamer!porco off while he’s in a vc with like reiner zeke bertholdt and marcel?

Surely! Love Pock too~

Blowjob during gaming w. Porco

Pairing: gamer!porco x fem!reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: NSFW, Blowjob, Cursing

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Sure, you were very loving towards your boyfriend, Porco. Since he was often gaming with his friends while you just sat on his bed, scrolling through insta, you were often quite bored.

One day, a idea came across your mind.

"Fuck off you son of a bitch Zeke, I'm gonna kill you! Come here and fight like a real man!", You beloved other half yelled to his screen. Nothing new.

"Haa, you're gonna loose again, noob!", Marcel said through the voice chat he was in.

"Shut up brother, you should believe in me!", Porco said angrily.

"Guys, could you stop swearing, please?", You heard the soft voice of Bertholdt say.

"Hey Reiner are still alive?? Where are you at? We need to hide from Porco, I saw him with a grenade!", Marcel yelled.

You slowly stood up, wanting to be as quiet as possible to not getting noticed by Porco. You grabbed his gaming-chair, pulled it back slowly, crawled under his table and pulling him back.

He looked at you in shock as he could imagine what you were about to do to him.

"Porco? Still there?", Zeke said half laughing.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine..", he replied.

He looked at you again, gulping and looking back up at his screen.

You crawled near him, pulling his pants and boxers down in one quick movement. His cock was already hard, no surprise, since he always gets hard fast. You smiled and began to pump up and down on his dick slowly.

"I thought you wanted to kill me Pock? Ha look at that looser!", Zeke yelled laughingly.

"Grrr. You're gonna wish y-you.. ha.. wouldn't have said that I swear!", Porco answered.

You began to lick the tip slowly, getting him even harder.

"Boom! Told ya! Looser!", Porco yelled.

"Oh no he's gonna come here! We have to hide!", Marcel said.

"Can't h-hide... Ha...", Your boyfriend said as he looked down at you with his sweaty forehead. You looked at him to, grinning, as you put about 3/4 from his dick in your warm mouth.

"Y-you ok there Porco?", Reiner asked concerned.

"S-sure... I'm coming!", Porco said as he looked up again, wanting to distract himself again.

You on the other side bobbed you head up and down, tasting the precum on his tip.

"Oh no, fuck off! Ain't gonna kill me again today!", Marcel said.

"Ha, too late l-looser... God... ", Porco half moaned.

"Really ok there???", Bertholdt asked.

You sucked even faster, wanting the others to know what was happening.

"Guys, I think I need a...ah... A b-break!", He said as he muted himself, rolled back and pulled you up.

"So you have fun teasing your boyfriend beneath my table while talking to others huh? Don't you think that deserves a punishment baby? Huh? Oh don't look at me innocently like that.", He said as he smirked.

You heard his friends giggling in the background.

"Hm... Maybe? I just wanted to support you!~", you said as you smirked again, hand grabbing his cock again and slowly pumping it again.

"I see... Now lay down and ass up baby..", he said in a deep voice.

"Guys what's wrong with him? Why are you all giggling??", Bertholdt asked.

"Oh Bertholdt... I tell you later..", Reiner answered, knowing what was happening on the other side of the screen.

"Maybe teach me a lesson this time!~", you said as you layed down slowly."

"Oh, don't worry. I will."

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-> Masterlist

[yostresswritinggirl]

I should be doing the RRL’s for my thesis and preparing for the oral defense rn but God damn am i brain rotting so hard rn. I still have all the brainrots i had from days ago and even new ones (I’m too hyperfixated on Al Ahmar and the Goddess of Flowers rn that all i can think about is the angst ) haunting me 24/7. But mother you, borg and cyno lovebot anon reading through your guys brainrots reminded me of some I had when I first read “What the heart offers.”

I think he'd even start to think that the reader finally caught up to the rumors and gossips, succumbed to the discrimination and started replacing him with the forest scholars oof the betrayal, the pain - confrontation with him as the student is FAR more aggressive than the slow burn on the original setup.

This was literally one of them, because I really thought that at the end of the story when the reader lost their memories, it meant that their whole memories of their time with Cyno.

But since I hadn’t thought of the half heart situation at that time, instead of him aggressively asking the reader, I just imagined that even though he wanted to approach the reader he couldn’t, for fear of hurting them again and the memories of their barely breathing body bloodied up inside the ruins would always haunt him.

The day of the accident, being the day he could confidently say was the day his life just basically fell apart, as from that day onward he lost the only person who made him feel loved and cared, the only person in the akademiya who was his pillar and his light against the dark gazes of the other scholars, but now all that was left now is someone who looks at him in distain for being a child born from the dessert

So even if it pained him he just slowly watched as the reader turn like everyone in the akademiya, leaving him all alone which wouldn’t be much of a difference from before he met the reader, but now there will forever be a hole in his heart (Ironically) where he could only fill it up with guilt for not being enough to protect them.

Bonus: Cyno would still be protective of the reader who even now unknowingly still has his beaten up heart in their grasps. That no matter how reader of today has changed to one who has turned to hate him, hate him all they want but that won’t change how his heart would only belong to them and only them. He would also occasionally visit them at night like how he visits collei, passing by just to check if they’re safe and sound and if there isn’t danger lurking near their home.

I’d love to add more to this brainrot but rn my brain is currently dead and I’m still gonna proceed to murder it further since I have yet to finish the thesis.

Also mother… since when… did we have a geovishap…?

- Lady in the lake anon

(P.S I’ve tried writing, technically still am since I’m a literary editor for my uni’s student publication, before and let’s just say the story was better written in my head)

Oh my goodness, the moment you mentioned those words, I immediately looked at my hardbound thesis and shuddered (I almost forgot it existed) I am still healing, please be mindful when talking about research /j

But hey goddamnit not again with yall brainrotting and not doing school shit, go away! On the other hand, if you need advice or questions, I'm here for that too!

(I've always been hyperfixated on the scarlet king and goddess of flowers since I heard of them, I need more of their lore gdi) It's so funny how What The Heart Offers pretty much transcended past the fic itself and now have so many versions, I'm starting to get confused of it myself haha

Glad we have the same brain but that's so mean, I can't possibly think of that myself hhh! But it's so true isn't it, actually much worse if the roles are reversed where he's the one with the memory loss, ughfhufhfh but geezus you're really tearing Cyno apart here come on skdbdoanwnajdo

Oh we've had a geovishap since long ago! Our primo geovishap is spiriteddreams haha

(nah you did fantastic shush!)

[slytherflynn]

Old and New | Pt I

Blaise Zabini x muggle!reader

word count: 1971

summary: y/n is new to France on a study abroad trip. Blaise is visiting France post-Hogwarts. rags to riches story of an unfortunate muggle falling for a complicated, ridiculously wealthy person who just so happens to also be a powerful Wizard.

a/n: this started with an idea, became a moodboard, then became an entire fleshed out fic! I thought it would be short but my brain had other ideas. enjoy! note: I did write this from my personal perspective in life. as a result it is not very inclusive. I plan to change that with my next fics, I’ve just been having a really hard time lately and have been writing a lot of comfort fics and/or self-inserts to escape from irl bc irl is rly shitty for me rn

It’s a brand-new start, in a brand-new apartment, in a brand-new city, in a brand-new country... an ocean away from home. I can bring Tacoma to France, right? At least, that’s what I’m trying to tell myself. Study abroad is fucking... scary. I kinda regret it. It’s a good opportunity and for someone who doesn’t travel, it should be a fun experience. But I’m currently having an anxiety attack over taking out the garbage, so I’m not sure my positive self-talk is working.

I look out the window of my top floor apartment, wait until someone finally finishes walking down the stairs, and run out my door - I nearly trip about five times going down the spiral of death, my arms feel like jelly thanks to perpetually pushing my garbage deeper in to avoid this trip, and I swing with all my might to hurl my garbage bag into the trash compacting dumpster - only it hits the bottom lip and falls to the ground, splitting open.

“Great!” I say, sarcastically, “First they send my luggage to the wrong location, then they try to say my passport isn’t valid because my apartment was a temporary address, then I’m greeted with a fridge full of rotting food and no power, then I’m bitten up by fleas and now - I just- fuck. Why can’t I just- do anything- right-“ I cut myself off when I hear a screen door slide and blink a couple times to erase the threat of tears that had been creeping up on me while I ranted.

When I look up, I see a tall, dark-skinned guy about my age - handsome. He’s wearing a suit, and expensive jewelry. Combine that with the fact he’s living in the apartment building next to me, which is worth more than my life just for one month of rent, and I put together that he’s probably rich beyond belief. I quickly look away, not wanting to stare. I silently pick up my garbage, piece by piece. As I work, I feel eyes drilling holes in the back of my head. I ignore it. It continues, and I still ignore it as I finally shove my ripped garbage bag in the compactor and slam the door shut. I hear a slight jump up above, and chuckle to myself.

I zoom back up the stairs and almost make it to the top, but I trip 5 stairs away from my door - and fall, hard. Body laid out flat hard. Cheek scraped and stinging from the metal grating on the stairs, hard. Lost the goddamned slide that caught on the stair, and can see it gradually falling, bouncing and rolling down the stairs, hard. I lift my head and see blood on the stair. I feel it running down my face. All I can think is that this really fucking hurts. The tears come, a combination of pain and frustration, and I pick myself up and stumble my way into my apartment, completely forgetting about the attractive rich boy who just watched me be a danger and inconvenience to myself.

I rush to the kitchen and grab a roll of paper towels, and run to the bathroom, I see the markings in the mirror and can tell it will leave a sizeable scar. Do I need stitches? I don’t know. Anyway, I start dabbing at everything and blood is still oozing out of every nook and cranny, to my displeasure. I’m about to start bandaging my face when I hear a knock on my door. “Fucking Christ!” I mutter to myself as I slap a wad of paper towels on my face and sulkily go to fling open my door.

I’m not sure who I’m expecting, but to see the same rich guy on my doorstep, slide in hand, probably wasn’t it. “Hey, um, I saw what happened, and I thought you might want your shoe back.” His accent sounds very British - I was expecting it to sound more like a snooty Frenchman’s.

“Oh. Um. Thanks.” I say flatly.

As my muscles twitch to begin closing the door, he says, “Would you like some help cleaning that up? I have certifications to give medical aid... and stitches. My name’s Blaise, by the way.”

Doctor, maybe? Probably. “Sure,” I say, opening the door wider and standing back so the blood doesn’t drip on his suit. “I’m y/n.”

A few minutes later we’re in my bathroom, me sitting on the toilet, him sitting on the bathtub as he helps me fix my face. “So, Mademoiselle y/n,” He asks, “Do you find yourself in these predicaments very often?”

“Which one? Poverty, flea bitten, or bloody?” I say.

“I suppose whichever you’d like to think I was referring to.”

“Well, in *that* case - I’m usually caught unawares in all kinds of predicaments - though I’d say self-injury due to clumsiness is an uncommon one. And do you usually find yourself in predicaments requiring you to treat someone’s wounds?”

“I used to, though now it’s only on the occasion.”

“Sounds like an improvement,” I note. “I won’t guarantee it, but I think I’ll get the hang of walking up the stairs soon enough, so you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily mind it if I did worry about you once or twice more. Why were you running? It seemed like you wanted to get away from something. Does your garbage compactor smell that disturbing?”

“It doesn’t smell great,” I admit, “But truth be told, I’m not a fan of human interaction. It’s scary. Especially when everything is new to me.”

“How long have you been In France?”

“A few days, just enough to get myself physically settled.”

“I see. And you are from America?”

“Mhm. Let me guess, my accent gave it away.”

“And the slang, I’ve yet to hear someone from France use certain terms that you seem to favor.”

“Oh, most of my slang is specific to my city, not just my country.”

“Your city?”

“Yea, Tacoma. It’s near Seattle, if you know where that is. Tacoma’s better, though.”

“I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never been there. My mother is a fashion designer, but she only travels where there’s inspiration or a business deal.” So that’s how he gets the expensive clothes. The rest of the money too, probably.

“Must be nice, having a handmade closet.” I muse. “Not that I care for having any more clothes than I brought. They’re pretty reliable, if I do say so myself.”

He laughs. “Yes, well, if the blood stains don’t come out of your jumpsuit you might need a new one. They shouldn’t be too difficult to remove, though.”

“Yea, I’ll just dump a bucket of Oxi-Clean on it and call it a day. That is, if any stores nearby have it.” I frown, realizing I have no clue if France carries any of the products I usually get. This is gonna suck. Hopefully the internet has some answers so I don’t have to ask anyone for help.

“Why don’t I take your jumpsuit back with me? Save you the trip. Believe it or not, I used to have chronic nosebleeds, so I know a thing or two about stain removal.” Blaise offers.

I smile, only just. “Well, if you insist. But I love this jumpsuit practically more than myself, so I expect it back right away!”

He returns the smile. “A fan of fashion? You ought to meet my mother.”

I chuckle. “I’m sure your mom would despise me - I only own seven jumpsuits and some athleisure for going on runs.” I pause, then tack on: “Oh, and some fuzzy pajamas for when I’m sick.”

Blaise cocks a brow at me. “And when you’re not sick?”

“Don’t worry about it.” I grin mischievously.

A wave of recognition graces his eyes, and he very quickly looks away, I assume for being flustered.

“You Americans, always so scandalous.” He tsks in mock scorn.

“That’s what we’re known for, is it not?” I say cheekily, “Beer, boobs and gun barrels. And all the other problems that come with that, but that’s a can of worms I am not looking to open today.”

He ties off his handiwork, and says, “It looks like my job is finished, other than stealing your jumpsuit off your back to fix it. I can wait in the other room, if you’d like?”

“Um, yea, that works. Lemme just, grab my next jumpsuit. Gonna have to do laundry early, I suppose-“

“I can wash your jumpsuit for you. I’m pretty good at reading labels, if I do say so myself.” He jokes.

“Oh?” I say, “Then you must be a real genius! Who taught you, Einstein?”

“No, but it was another white-haired, eccentric man, so you’re not that far off.”

“When all teachers are like that it’s kind of impossible not to hit relatively close to the mark.” I remark, then change clothes as quickly as I can, tossing the dirty outfit into a trusty plastic bag and tying it shut.

When I walk out to the living room, Blaise is toying with one of my sculptures. He’s definitely been meandering and lurking around. “Enjoying yourself?” I ask, at which he jumps. “You’re rather skittish, Blaise.”

“And you’re rather quiet on your feet, y/n.” He observes. “But yes, I quite like your eclectic style. If only you had an apartment that let your customization shine. Something more minimalist.”

“Yes, well, it’s something I’ll forever dream of and likely never accomplish. I don’t suspect I’m going to be someone leaving the income level I was born into.” I say, just a little bit cynical.

“And why is that?” He asks.

“Because most people don’t, and the ones who do are the ones who make money. My career isn’t going to make me money.” I reply.

“So why did you pick it?”

I sigh. “Because somebody has to care about the people like me. The politicians don’t, the middle class don’t, and the rich are hell bent on keeping us there so they can have factory workers and have people going straight to prison after they graduate because we’re all desperate and miserable.”

He frowns. “That’s terrible.”

“It’s reality. And I don’t want to be like the people who get rich and stop caring because all they see is the wage difference and pretend it’s justified so they don’t have to feel complicit in the system.” I look him in the eye, my face grim. “Not all luck is by chance. Most of it is by design.”

He nods. “I understand, in a way.”

“Everyone does.” I say. “But understanding in a way and caring enough to do something about it are two different things.” I look away from him when I see his posture change. “I’m not trying to be rude, but it’s impossible not to notice the wealth gap between us when you’re wearing designer clothes and living in what looks like a mansion and I’m living in a building made in like 1900 with no elevator. It’s just the way things are, though.”

“I know.” He says quietly, thoughtfully. “I’d better get going. Your clothes?” He reaches out tentatively for the bag I’m still holding.

“Oh. Right.” I say, handing it to him. Our fingers brush against each other slightly, and it sends chills down my spine. He heads to the door while I’m rooted to the spot, collecting myself.

“I look forward to seeing you again, y/n.” He nods, meeting my eyes with a rather changed expression.

“I’ll see you soon, then?” I ask, not quite sure which answer I’m expecting.

He smiles, only just. “As soon as I am able.” Seconds later, he’s out the door, and I’m alone in my dingy ass apartment. How in the fuck did any of that just happen?