#omg you’re so right this would’ve made everything better

[hanrinz]

rin, your nonchalant boyfriend.

who is probably that guy who gets on reddit and then posts about you, asking for advice.

like he literally doesn’t know how to show his feelings like how you do and it bothers him!! probably has some ppl cheering him on the replies (& waits on updates)

“took my partner to ice cream today, we got to hold hands. my hands were sweating, is this normal?”

or whenever you’re having a fight and he gets on that app and he’s like “my partner and i had a fight, i can’t sleep.”

“it’s their birthday today, i finally managed to get that one thing they’ve been wanting for months.” he posts there like it’s a diary of sorts like omg.

and then his last post would be about a championship he won, but all he could think about was you and how he searched through the crowd for your face. and he thought that was the last time he’d shared any of those moments, because finally he grew the courage to ask you to be your forever.

people on reddit would often wonder about him and your relationship, it was so endearing in their eyes. and then suddenly a faithful day after a year on his last post he wrote once more.

“we’re married now :)”

it couldn't be helped, what was he supposed to do? feelings were surely overwhelming, that he needed to somehow let it all out, it felt so good that he grabbed his phone and typed out those simple words, a faint smile adorning his face. he’s like a schoolgirl who has a crush, it’s unreal.

and that was his very last post, he almost forgot about it.

it’s also been over two years when you stumbled upon it.

the username ‘rnshi’ it’s a little weird, but you were intrigued for a bit, that it was enough for you to go through it and read every single thing. and you were not one to assume anything, but you can remember these specific memories all too well. and before you know it a smile makes its way to your face, and your heart blooms even more.

and you didn’t care if it was silly, but it made your heart ache so much of love. and maybe you were overreacting, with your eyes tearing up by your lash line, trying to blink it away. a chuckle escapes you, that has caught rin’s attention peeping his head through the side of the wall of the kitchen.

“what are you laughing at?”

and if you didn’t know rin it would’ve come off as questioning and not in a good way, but he’s curious even if he tries not to show it.

turning off your phone as you dip up from the couch of your living room. you’re smiling and rin doesn’t know what to do as you near him. he notices the skip on each of your steps and a glee of happiness revolving around you.

your hands wrapping around his waist as you mush your face onto his back. he can still feel your smile.

a big question mark was planted on his face and you couldn’t help, but to giggle just a little at his confusion.

“you know that i love you right?”

of course, he knows that.

“i know.”

but it was more of a breath of relief than an assurance, because rin loves you more than anything and years of learning everything that could possibly better himself for you was proof of that, and you didn’t need any testimony to tell you that.

all you know is that, your lover is a dork and just sweetly in love just as you are.

◞♡ i’ve been missing rin a lot lately :( likes & reblogs are highly appreciated!

#roses ‘r rosie #he's a loser in my eyes #(i miss him sm im gonna sob) #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin x reader #bllk x reader

[chachued]

I wanted to request lando x fem reader if possible when he’s leaving for a while and they’re extra affectionate the night before with longer hugs and more reassurance, it could even get emotional??

Thank you in advance🥰

omg, yes. absolutely adorable!!! such a cute idea, this is.

━━ NEVER LEAVING | LANDO NORRIS ⁴

He never left without you, but you couldn’t come with him this time. It wasn’t easy, to say the least, but this night made it all the better.

↳ lando norris x fem!reader

W/C 0.5k

CONTENTS fluff — so much fluff, best bf lando, clingy reader, a bit of attachment issues, half proofread, short imagine

TOMORROW WAS THE DAY. Even though you begged for a day off—just to spend time with your boyfriend—today was too far busy, said your boss.

It was already late at night, so you expected Lando to be asleep already. He had to leave tomorrow morning, so you let bygones be bygones.

You didn’t know work would last so long, there’s barely enough time to be with him. And most of it will be used sleeping beside him. Everything consumed the energy that usually sparked inside you — The one that was excited to go home to him.

The key was deep inside your bag while you shuffled for it, prolonging the wait outside your door, which was insufferable. All you wanted to do was lay in bed—preferably with his arms around you.

The door handle clicked, and then it opened. “You’re home!”

“You’re still awake?” You were relieved, but rightfully worried because it is twelve in the morning.

His hand took yours, dragging you inside. “Of course, I am.”

“What’s that — And that smell?”

“Well, that is your favourite movie, with your favourite food, and your favourite snacks, actually.”

Wow. He really did it all for you.

There were candles that were already half-melted, probably the ones that were hiding in an obscure area. The line of expensive meals and cheap takeout showed a variety of food. It’s like he knew you hadn't eaten yet.

Lando couldn’t help but notice the way the light hit your face, highlighting that pretty smile of yours—melting him from the inside. “There’s also a bunch of blankets to get you comfy. I’m sure you would’ve been tired when you got home.”

“I love you so much right now.”

“You didn’t love me before?”

“Maybe,” you said, smiling.

“I love you too.”

Anxiety piled up — That overwhelming feeling.

It finally hits you he’d be leaving tomorrow morning. All this effort and it didn’t even last long because, before you knew it, he’d be gone. It hurt, and you didn’t know why.

It wasn’t the fact that he was leaving. It’s because he motivated you throughout the day, promising kisses and goods—giving a reason to be excited about life. What could you do without him?

Lando was cuddled up next to you, lying on your chest, when he heard your sniffling. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“I’m here,” he said, and in all honesty, it made the tears harder to hold in.

But you stayed strong.

“It’s just… You’re leaving, and all that. I don’t know, I feel a bit silly.”

He held you tighter, not planning to ever let you go. His eyes were heavy, but he’d stay up all night to be with you.

No amount of sleep can replace you, he thought.

“I’ll come back as soon as I can.” His hand slithered onto your cheek, wiping the loose tear. “I’m never ever leaving you.”

That was the promise he’d never dare to break.

It was insane. You felt insane. He was doing all this for you, and you felt like a burden. There was nothing you did to deserve this—

You felt his soft lips on yours—holding on for a second—and the warm embrace melted you in quick.

“Text me and I’ll fly back to you, alright?”

“Okay.”

“Alright?”

A giggle slipped out of your mouth. “Alright, yeah.”

This was home — Your home.

And it would never fall apart, not with him.

↳ bonus ; next morning ´ˎ˗

LOADING . . . ✎

all rights reserved © CHACHUED ━━ do not translate, copy, or claim my works as your own.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris #f1 x reader #f1 #formula 1 #lando norris fic #lando norris imagine #fluff #mclaren #ln4 #ln4 x reader

[kvrokasaa]

omg i was js thinking abt timeskip kaiser, a renowed pro football player, attending some celebrity event and seeing his mother there SKDJEK 🫨 can you plspls make it a short angsty(?) story w a happy ending pls our boy deserves it :(

take care <3

I tried to make it as angsty as I could, but I probably just made a comfort fic, I'm sorry!

Cw: mention of food, mentions of mother's leaving, kaiser being sad, crying, comfort, angst(?), happy ending, comforting kaiser helps cope with the recent chapter :(, not proofread, 1.5k words

“I seriously don’t know how you do it,” you whisper over to Kaiser, your voice trailing off to a quiet giggle. A smile reaches his face when he hears your giggle, you never fail to brighten his mood. “Do what, meine liebe?” He questions, the pet name rolls off his tongue with such ease, that you’re sure he practices saying it every day.

“I don’t know how you manage to attend these events and functions all the time. It’s my first time and it’s so tiring already,” you hum, grabbing a strawberry covered in chocolate. “At least there’s good food,” you finish. 

Kaiser snorts quietly. That’s what got you to come in the first place. He almost begged you to come with him, but every time he asked he was met with your quick ‘no.’ So, like the man he is, he went to underhanded tactics. He promised to get you good food, and promised that there’ll be really good food there.

You’re thankful that he didn’t lie.

“It’s about keeping up with appearances, meine liebe.” His arm circles around your waist when he sees some nobody looking at you with obvious intentions. “Do you think if I didn’t blow so much money on these stupid things people would still respect me? No. I have to come to these to show people that I’m richer and better than they will ever be.” You almost wanted to roll your eyes. But would it really be Kaiser if he didn’t say something super egotistical?

He chuckles when he sees how close you are to rolling your eyes. Although most of his words were false, some of them were true. If he didn’t come to these and spend so much money, people would not respect him. The world truly is in his hands.

“Okay you goof, I have to use the restroom,” you pressed your hands against his chest as you raised yourself onto your tiptoes. “Make sure to stuff some of that food into my purse when I’m gone.” You joked.

Kaiser followed you with his eyes while you walked to the end of the ridiculously big room for the bathroom. His eyes show everything, especially his love and adoration for you. He laughs a little as he turns his attention back to the speaker. 

But something catches his eye. A slightly tall woman, with blond hair but almost gray now, no. That’s not what makes Kaiser freeze in his spot, that’s not what makes his heart beat ten times faster. It’s the unmistakable red eyeliner. 

Anyone could apply red eyeliner, he tries to reason with himself. Kaiser tries his best to divert his attention back to the speaker, but his eyes cannot seem to leave the woman. His gaze must have alerted the woman because the next second she is looking around for the person.

And when her eyes fall on him, he immediately panics. No way in hell. She can not be here. He must be hallucinating or something. He needs air, fresh air. Why can’t he breathe? 

Kaiser leaves the mansion as quickly as possible, trying to get away from the stuffy crowd. But just his luck, she follows him out. 

“My son, I have been looking for you.”

You leave the bathroom, with your disgust intensified. Why are rich people so weird? Couldn’t that couple have gone home? Who in their right mind would be doing that during a fundraiser? 

A sigh escapes your lips as you make your way to the crowd, ready to tell Kaiser what you just witnessed. 

But when you get back to the table of food, he’s gone. You swear that he wouldn’t just leave you, and he would’ve texted you if he moved somewhere else. Maybe he had gone to the restroom too?

After searching for a little, you end up spotting his blonde and blue hair. But you see a person standing if front of him and he isn’t moving at all. Your brows furrow in a quizzical manner, who is that?

“No.” You hear him say, it was more of a demand than anything. “You’re lying.” The woman in front of him shakes her head, a soft expression on her face. “You may think that, but we both know it’s not true.” She opens her arms, her hands awaiting his shoulders as to pull him into her embrace. 

“It’s me, your mother.” Your eyes widen, why is she here? Why did she decide to come back now of all times?

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” your tone is soft while you look at Michael, a worried expression on your face. “But Michael and I should really be going.” “Who are you?” Her soft expression never falls, almost like she got it implanted onto her face. But you can see the truth, the deception, the root of her lies. She’s only here for the spotlight. She wants to be seen as his mother, as his savior. But you know that she will only ruin him. She will only make him fall deeper into the black hole.

“Oh, I’m guessing you haven’t seen the news,” you start. You look at Michael’s mother, your soft expression immediately faltering. “I’m Michael’s fiancee. It’s very nice to meet you.” You give her a fake soft smile. You don’t want to seem too rude, but you know kindness with a person like this will only lead to your ruin.

“Ah, I thought you were his chafure. You seem awfully-” “Stop.” She turns her attention back to Michael, her faux softness resurfacing. “My dear, you seem tired. Why don’t we-” “No.” He can’t get his head around this whole situation. Why has she come back? Why did she choose now to come back? Does she want money, is that it? Maybe she just wants to be seen with him. Maybe she needs her acting career back and the only way she can get noticed is with Michael.

But he doesn’t want any of that. He tried so hard to look for her, and now she shows up out of nowhere. 

Michael feels like he’s on the verge of a breakdown. 

His mom tries to reach out again, but Michael is too preoccupied to notice. So, you step in, your body in the middle of both of them. Your glare is icy, never relenting when you see his mother’s expression falter. She seems to be caught up in her own little world. Does she not know the damage she created? How dare she walk back into his life like he owes her everything.

No, she owes him everything.

“I don’t know you, but I know of you. I know what kind of person you are and it’s fucking disgusting.” Your tone is sharp as if laced with venom, and it cuts right through her little facade. You can see the second her fake kindness leaves, and you’re left with the disgust and hatred that Kaiser should have. 

“You are not allowed to walk back into Michael’s life when it’s convenient for you. You don’t get to do that. That’s not fair to him at all. 

Do you know how many times he’s tried to find you? You don’t, do you? He’s tried almost his entire life to find you, to find some sort of comfort in his mother. But you left him. You left a child all by himself with someone neither of you could’ve trusted. 

Do you know the first thing he said to me when I first hugged him? He thanked me. He thanked me for being there, for letting him breathe. He has constant thoughts that I’m going to leave him because of your mistakes.

And if you’re a good mother, if you truly missed him, you would’ve reached out in the past and apologized for everything. But you didn’t.

So no. I’m sorry, but not. You do not get to walk back into Michael’s life right now. He can reach out if and when he truly wants to. Please leave.”

Michael’s mother juts her chin up, a little huff leaving her mouth before she walks away. You truly thought that you wedged a block between Kaiser and his mother. You’re scared that if you turn around, you’ll see the hurt and betrayal across his face.

But that’s not it in the slightest. Kaiser is so proud to be called yours at this moment. He’s so very grateful to you. He has never had someone stick up for him in this way before.

Yes, he always acts as if nothing can bother him, even if he shows it on his face a little. But at this moment, he realizes that he wants to be held by you, he wants you to nurture him and to care for him. He wants to turn to you for things he has never received in his life.

Before he knows it, tears gather in his eyes, threatening to spill along his cheeks. His body moves on its own as he makes his way to you.

“Thank you,” his arms looped around your waist, his hold tightening ever so slightly. You thank the Lord that everyone has left or else everyone would see Kaiser crying and you know that he hates showing that to the world. 

You let those thoughts leave your mind, your smile growing back onto your face. “No need to thank me, my love. I meant every word and I will protect you until you’re ready to see her again.”

#Kvro's fics #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock #bllk fluff #bllk x y/n #bllk kaiser #bllk angst #bllk #blue lock kaiser #michael kaiser #kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x reader #bluelock #bllk spoilers

[katsu28]

Omg Kait that prompt list 🥺 what about the prompt “massage” with Rooster?🥰

nova my fellow rooster enthusiast ily, thank you for requesting <3

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader, 0.9k

Bradley tended to carry his tension in his shoulders, you’d noticed. All the stress from a long day at work, all the responsibilities he carried and the things he had to think about; everything built up until his body locked up and all he could do was muscle through it. 

It was a wonder how he didn’t crack under all that pressure. 

You found him sprawled out facedown on the bed today, lying so still you thought he was asleep at first. His shirt was cast off to the side, arms folded under his head as his body moved with his rhythmic breathing. He looked…tense. Tired. 

It wasn’t until you crept across the room to grab something quietly that he lifted his head, searching for you slowly. Even utterly exhausted, Bradley’s eyes always found you. The bags under his eyes were somehow worse than just a few days ago, which made your heart lurch.

You hated seeing Bradley so drained. Sometimes you wondered if his job was really worth the toll it put his body through. He would say yes, but one look at him had you questioning it. 

“Hey, you,” You said softly, smiling at him warmly. He managed a noncommittal groan, but not much else. “Hard day?”

Bradley heaved out a big sigh, slowly rolling spread-eagle onto his back. “That would be the understatement of a century.” 

“Need anything?” 

“Just you.” His hand reached up, out towards you, fingers wiggling in an invitation to come lay with him. You obliged immediately, all thoughts of what you’d come in here to get in the first place trickling away as you crawled up the bed, snuggling up next to him in the space he’d made for you. 

He sighed again, though it was more content this time. But even then, you could feel the stiffness of his shoulder under your head. 

“You’re in pain.” You observed, sitting up within a second. You noticed that Bradley grimaced with your sudden movement. 

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” He insisted, giving his head a ginger shake. “Just wanna lay with you, I’ll feel better soon.” 

“I think I might know what would help you.” 

“I appreciate it, I do, but I’m okay—” You rolled him back over to his stomach and swung your leg over him, taking a seat on his back right above his tailbone in one fell swoop. Bradley attempted to crane his neck to look at you once more, but you tapped the back of his head, a sign to stop moving. 

“Be quiet and relax.” 

“What’re you—oh.” The second your hands pressed into his shoulders, he positively melted into the bed under him, letting out an appreciative groan. “Oh shit.” 

You rubbed his shoulders silently, then moved down his back, admiring the way the planes of muscle contracted with every circle of your hands. Bradley Bradshaw had a very nice back. All the while, Bradley was practically singing your praises, moaning and groaning up a storm as you worked out the knots in his back. 

Had anyone walked into your place right now, they probably would’ve gotten a very wrong idea of what was happening. 

“Jesus, you’re good at this.” He mumbled, voice muffled by his arm. “D’you have, like, magic hands or something?” 

“Not the first time you’ve asked me that question.” You hummed, lips turning up into a smile.

Bradley snorted. “Guess I walked right into that one, huh?” 

“Guess you did.” 

When you were done, you leaned over him, pressing your lips over his warm skin soothingly. Every mole, every freckle, every scar got a gentle kiss, and by the time you were finished with that, Bradley was beginning to drift off to sleep. He managed to roll back over once you’d climbed off him, blinking at you slowly. His eyes looked hazy, fluttering shut with his impending slumber, but even so, he smiled at you almost drunkenly. 

“Better?” You chuckled, smoothing your fingers through his hair. Bradley’s trailed down the inside of your arm featherlight, pulling you against his chest with surprising ease for someone who was half asleep. 

“Hundred percent.” He murmured. His hand slid around the back of your neck to bring you in close to him once you were settled for the second time, mouth pressing against yours in a short and sweet kiss. Your hand caressed the curve of his jaw until he pulled away, moving up to thumb across his bottom lip tenderly. “You always take such good care of me, sweetheart. What did I ever do to deserve you?” 

“I believe it was the tipsy flirting at the Hard Deck that ended with your drink all over my shoes that really won me over.” You teased, giving his firm chest a pat. “Very endearing. Made me swoon.” 

“Oh, ha ha. Real funny.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “I told you, I wasn’t drunk, I slipped on a patch of sand.” 

“A patch of sand. Inside. Sure.” 

“The place is right on the beach, is it really that hard to believe?” 

“It is. Cute try though.”

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[nohoney]

miss the us series too!! on tht note wonder what would’ve happened if touya and keigo found out reader and tomura’s exchanges during their supposed sobriety period lol

omg it’d be a shitshow :(

it would be the worst that touya has ever blown up. not only were you still doing drugs behind his back—you were getting them from shigaraki of all people.

warnings: drug use, toxic relationship, infidelity

“Are you fucking kidding me!”

You sob openly and blubber apologies to Touya and Keigo for going behind their back. They walked in on you snorting a line off the coffee table, one line taken perfectly but the other smeared when they walked in. The world was deathly still for a few seconds before Touya marched right up to you and snatched you up to drag you away from the coffee table.

There’s no excuse you can give them to justify what you were found doing.

He’d been yelling at you for the last twenty minutes.

“Haven’t I done enough for you?! Haven’t we,” Touya gestures to Keigo standing off to the side, “done enough? We promised to do better and this is how you repay us!!”

All this agonizing work so that you didn’t leave him, Touya grit his teeth and put himself in uncomfortable places for you. After your freak out inside the closet door he put you in, he forgave you for wanting more drugs more than wanting him in that moment and promised to do what he could for you. After everything, Touya didn’t want you to cry anymore because of him. Nothing was perfect but he believed that things were better when he saw you become less depressed after he’d open up slowly and you were on your sobriety break, swearing that you felt better.

“I’m sorry!” You sob harder, lowering your head into your hands and cry, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Touya brushes his hair back briefly before he clenched his hand into a fist. He wants to punch a hole in the wall and he wants to yell at you more. But he knows that will make everything worse, that you’d end up spiraling like last time and throw yourself into another bender if he were to up and leave.

He should have known; he made you this way. But if you’re going to feen, he will be the only one you ever go to.

“Is that all you have to say? You’re sorry?” Keigo speaks up, looking just as pained, “Are we really still so bad to you that you need something to deal with us?”

I thought we were better.

“No! No!” You shake your head but inside, you do still agonize that you’re not as happy as you want to be with them, “You’re better! Y-You’re trying more!”

Keigo points to the coffee table dusted with cocaine, “Explain that then.”

“I… I…” you stutter to try to find an explanation but you can’t. It’s apart of you now, needing drugs to sort your thoughts and emotions, you didn’t know how to process the big emotions without needing them now. “I… need it.”

“Where are you getting it from?” Touya asks, leveling with you as kneels down in front of you to look you in the eye. He’s testing to see if you’re going to lie to him because he already knows where you’re getting it from. Touya is testing your loyalty to him too. “Who’s supplying you?”

You know he knows.

You bite your bottom lip when more tears sting your eyes, but you know that crying won’t make either one of them back off. Keigo won’t comfort you and Touya won’t forgive you. “Shigaraki.”

“Fucking bitch!” Touya curses, “Since when?”

“… A couple of weeks after our big fight.” You confess.

Keigo puts his hand over his mouth and Touya stands up to pace to the other side of the room. All you can hear is Touya trying to control his breathing. Your nails dig into the flesh of your palm and you curse yourself for not being smarter for snorting behind a locked door.

“Put your phone out and call him.”

Reluctantly you pull your phone out and go to your recent messages. You tap on the hidden name Shigaraki is under and start a phone call on speaker. The line rings for what seems like forever and your anxiety climbs higher. You’re not sure what Touya would do if the phone call isn’t answered.

“Hello?” Shigaraki’s tired voice answers after so many rings.

Touya is quick to grab your phone and speak into it himself, “Don’t ever call her ever again. Lose her number and be ready to see me in half an hour.” He ends the phone call and holds it out to you, “Delete his number in front of me now.”

Your hands shake as you do as you’re told.

A part of you will miss Shigaraki but you couldn’t lose Touya or Keigo.

“You share any photos? Have any secret apps? Huh?” Touya grills you even further but you hold your phone back out to him, a silent offering for him to verify yourself. “Be honest with me: did you use him only for getting more drugs?”

Your eyesight is blurry as you cry more and you nod your head.

“Nothing more than that?” Keigo asks, finally moving from his spot to approach you too. “Swear to us?”

“Yes… I just… You took it away and I didn’t know how-“ you start to explain but a small tut makes you stop speaking. Touya reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small baggy, fat rocks of cocaine that typically make you excited but you shrink when he hands it out. “I don’t want-“

“Yes, you do.” Touya insists with no room for argument, “If all you’re missing is drugs then take this from me. You don’t need him if that’s all you wanted. I always told you to take only from me and me alone. You don’t want to be clean? Fine, I was only thinking of you but whatever. You will not go behind our backs again.”

The baggy is tossed onto the table and Touya roughly holds your jaw in his palm to make you look up at him. His fingers dig into your cheeks but you don’t dare voice any discomfort. “I fucking love you but I am not happy with you right now. You betrayed us.”

“I… I love you.” You whisper, “Both of you.”

Keigo’s hand touches your knee but there’s no comfort in his touch.

Touya leaves and you sob quietly in your spot with Keigo only sitting quietly nearby. He’s processing everything silently at first before reaching for the baggy. A rock is broken down and he makes two neat lines, snorting one through a rolled up bill and holds it out to you.

“Keigo please, not right now. I don’t want to.” you plead quietly. You’re still trying to calm yourself but when Touya comes back home, you’re not sure what’s going to happen. All you know is that things will not be okay for a long while and this time, it’s your fault.

“I know you do… little coke fiend.” Keigo mocks you with the name that makes you frown.

It’s late when Touya finally returns. He’s still visibly angry, his jaw is still clenched and his eyes immediately seek you out. Keigo has your phone in his hand, having done a full sweep of any other evidence that he thought you might be hiding. He was grateful that the only secret you had on your phone was just Shigaraki but now it only serves him to be wary of you for a while.

You just showed you’re capable of being sneaky and keeping a very solid secret. He really did believe that the sobriety was making you better again, and it disappoints Keigo that you’d come out like this.

“I’m tired and we’re going to bed.” Touya states for all of you, “I’m over this fuck-ass day.”

“Are we… are we going to…?” You ask but can’t quite bring yourself to come up with the words. You wonder if he’ll take out his anger on you through sex. Part of you anticipates it and the other half worries how much he’ll break you.

Touya shakes his head and tells you a gruff, “No. I’m too angry at you.”

You deflate, unsure if you’re relieved or worried. But when Touya walks by you, you smell another girl on him and you instantly stand up as if you’re going to confront him. He said he dropped all the other girls for you! He said he stopped! He said that he was done!

“You have something you want to say?” Touya dares you to say something. A part of him feels guilty because he did promise that he was done with fucking other girls while he was with you. But he’s more satisfied that he hurt you back. “Well?”

Keigo moves from his seat and ushers you to the bedroom, kissing your head and tells you to just change. He didn’t think Touya would go off and sleep with another girl again but he doesn’t bother to reprimand him. If anything, he wishes he could do the same to hurt you too.

Maybe he will.

Touya showers off whatever bitch he had on him, smelling like himself again, but there’s no comfort in it like the way it used to be. The three of you lay together, this being the very first time both the boys sleep with their back to you as you lay in the middle.

All the work put in by the three of you to try to improve and be better, all of it thrown out in just a few hours.

The bag of cocaine was still on the table and you decide that you’d rather be with it instead of laying in a bed that you know you won’t get rest in. They feel you leave and they don’t stop you.

#happy friday babes! #please enjoy the weather if it’s beautiful wherever you are! #i will be relaxing and getting my next rave fits ready since my next event is coming up ( ◕▿◕ ) #dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #dabi angst #hawks angst #us series #k.inbox #tw drugs #tw toxic relationship #tw cheating

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I would love a short story where Y/N meets Klaus at an art exhibition where Y/N admires Klaus paintings :3

Omg, I literally love your works! Thanks so much for the request, I really hope you enjoy this. I made the ready a little bit sassy, I hope you still like it!

Likes and repost are appreciated! Please let me know what you think <3

Klaus Mikaelson x Black! Sassy! Super Smart! Human! Reader

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Enticing

Sometimes, when you look at something exquisite the rest of the world fades behind you. It was happening right now. You see something that captivates you, and it’s nearly impossible to look away. Like the Grande Odalisque, or The Garden of Earthly Desires. The paints and the story told on the canvas kept the attention of many for centuries. Now though, she was looking at the snowy canvas.

A bleak winter, snowing outside of a family sized, broken down shack. There were a set of large footprints leading out through the snow. Then there was another set coming back towards the home, with a line of crimson pulling through the snow. It was in a straight line, like pulled through with a sword. The home was empty, like it was devoid of life. There were multiple rooms, for multiple people, windows all open. The wind blew ripped curtains through a few of the rooms. The darkness of the painting made it seem like there was light pulled from the home. The area around the house was dark, but the further away from the house it got, light seemed to come in. Like it was saying, the inhabitants of the house itself were evil and broken. Her eyes couldn’t help but be glued to the painting. What a sad story it must be telling.

“Are you enjoying my work?” A charming, deep accent pulled her eyes from the painting. Slowly she looked up, glancing over her shoulder. There was a handsome blonde man, staring down at her with enticing eyes. His red lips smirked down at her. Something about him looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps she’d seen him at one of the many other shows she’s attended. Her eyes narrowed smugly.

He wasn’t the first artist she’d encountered. He wasn’t the first who felt special because she took an extra moment to stare. She always had an extra appreciation for art. All types of art truly. Music, plays, sculpting, painting, dancing. Everything, she adored it. While this painting is magnificent, it truly wasn’t the best work the man could produce. 

“I’m enjoying all the work here.” She responded, with a sip and smiled smugly.

“Yes, I believe I’ve seen you before. Tell me, as an avid lover of art, what do you think of this piece?”  The man stepped around and in front of her. With a thoughtful ‘hm’, she ran her eyes up and down him. He was handsome without a doubt, but much like his art something about him was mesmerizing. Tilting her head, she looked at the painting once more.

“It’s not your best work. I’m certain you could do better than this.” Was all she shrugged. A look of shock came over him at first. Then he smiled and glanced at his shoes. His tongue ran over his teeth, and he let out a small huff. Like all artists he wasn’t thrilled to hear harsh criticism about his work.  Then again, who wanted to hear something so painful about their craft? But she never cared. Art was true beauty, you can’t sugar coat anything like that. That plus, the knowledge that her opinion never truly mattered. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder after all. If this man thought this painting was his best, then it was. 

“Pray tell?” He inquired. Now the woman turned to face him, and looked over his face.

“Well, it just isn’t. That’s my personal opinion, love. It’s like you’re telling a story, but you’re holding something back from it. You’re only comfortable to tell part of it. If you put all the pain of whatever this is into this, it would’ve been far more raw. You’re holding something else deep inside. I feel like art should be a full expression, and a full release of truthful emotions. Do try not to implode over it.” She continued, flipping her hair over her shoulders. Blueish green eyes looked at the ceiling in thought. Then he nodded with another charming smile.

“You know, I’ve seen you quite a bit. What brings you to all these shows?” He asked, plucking her empty glass from her hand. With his free hand, grabbed two more champagne glasses from a passing waiter. He put down the empty one, and handed her one. Raising an eyebrow, she accepted it. The glasses clinked and they both took a sip. Turning, she started to walk away. He followed after her flowing trail. She felt his eyes glued on her back, and adjusted the shawl on her arms.

“A woman can’t enjoy the titillations of art? I find it’s severely important to take good care of the mind. The arts help refine the mind. And yourself? Seeing as you have so many questions.” The man chuckled as they walked past spectators. Many men enjoyed her biting nature, and it seemed he was no different. Something about this man though, made her a bit nervous. The way he looked at her like he was waiting to eat her.

“Well, as you know I’m an artist. I paint as a metaphor for control, it helps calm me. I chose the colors, and I chose what goes where. I enjoy art, even if I'm not the one who creates it.” She nodded, in thought. He seemed poetic, his accent incredibly enticing. It was to the point where he was distracting her from the art. His eyes never left her, like he was studying her relentlessly. They approached a large door, leading to a hallway she wasn’t even aware she was going towards.

“That’s wonderful. It’s nice to meet such a devoted artist in this day and age.”  He pushed the door open for her and she nodded her head as if to say thank you. They stepped into the empty holiday, and she felt aware of everything. Even more aware of her body and everything else. Maybe it was being alone with the mysterious man that suddenly made her heart rate race in a good way.

“Thank you. It’s been wonderful to meet such a connoisseur. Will you be at the Visionary Vanguard show tomorrow?”  He asked, taking her hand in his and pressing a kiss to it. With a smile and a head tilt, she already knew she was more curious than she needed too. He kept his eyes locked on hers, with a strange passion. 

“Well if you continue to charm me, I’ll have no choice. And who should I be looking for tomorrow night?” She asked as the man's phone rang. Slowly, he slipped his phone from his pocket and hit decline. He opened his mouth to resume speaking, but then three loud pinging noises broke the silence. 

“I think that’s your phone.” With a closed mouth smile, he sent a furious text. With an annoyed sigh, he rolled his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I have some pressing matters I need to see too.” He apologized, and looked at her apologetically. He looked like a sad puppy, how adorable. She heard the light giggle escape her throat, and it made her a bit self conscious. Then she cleared her throat, and clasped her hands in front of her.

“Well see to them. And be sure you see to me tomorrow night as well.” With a turn, her high ponytail swished as she turned and placed a hand on the bathroom door. She pushed, feeling the champagne from earlier moving through her at light speed. 

“Klaus.” She turned her head back, to see the man smiling at her.

“Klaus Mikaelson. It’s who you’ll be looking for tomorrow night.” With that he was gone. A smirk crossed her face, and deep down inside she knew this was the start of something enticing.

#black reader #klaus x reader #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikealson x reader #the originals #tvd #tvdu #the vampire diaries #the mikaelsons #x black reader

[good-beanswrites]

Hello! I really really really love your writting, I just got into Milgram and yours is my favourite in the fandom!! I love how much depth and nuance you manage to fit into short stories and your characterization is on point! (Specially for Kazui, but I might be biased since I love him so much)

I'm not sure if you're still taking requests (if you're not, feel free to ignore!), but if you are I wanted to request Tears + Kazui

(I thought about maybe the old man finally having a moment where the mask falls? When keeping up the image he's built gets tiring, how does he deal with it, and is he by himself or is there someone nearby? Then again, just an ideia, have fun and take your time!!!)

Woo welcome to the fandom! And thank you so much omg, that's so kind!! ;--; I really like that concept -- I definitely think he'd only allow himself a break from the masks when he's completely alone, and even then it'd be hard to draw out of him, so I went for an unexpected release and even more unexpected company... (Haruka :3)

Kazui woke from a dream, immediately unable to stop his eyes from brimming with tears. It hadn’t been a nightmare. It hadn’t shown him broken glass, or blood, or screaming. He hadn’t faced another night staring into Hinako’s twisted expression. No, the dream was wonderful. He was happy. He was in love. He was just… himself. As he rolled over in his sheets, he couldn’t tell if it was the longing that made him cry, or the guilt of longing so deeply for something like that.

It was easier, there in the dark. He didn’t have to keep his cheeks raised in a pleasant look. He didn’t have to hold his chin high. He could hug his arms around himself, not worry about all those eyes on him, and cry for the life he would never have.

He’d kept the thoughts at bay for so long, there was something equally painful and relieving about facing them head-on. The more his body shook with sobs, the better he felt about the weight he’d been carrying on his shoulders. The more he thought about who he was, the worse he felt about being doomed in this life. As always, he was split in two.

“K-Kazui?” 

His stomach clenched in both shock and shame. He kept his face away from the cell bars. He coughed, though it did little to hide the thickness in his voice when he spoke. “Haruka? What are you doing out there?”

“Ah, um! I’m sorry! I was just getting s-some water.”

Kazui desperately scrambled for any kind of excuse to explain the sorry state he was in. Haruka continued, though. 

“It’s- it’s okay if you’re crying.”

His throat squeezed. How pathetic he must be, for a kid like Haruka to try and comfort him.

“No, no. I’m alright.”

“I cry in my cell all the time. And Muu comes in so we can talk. I feel m-much better after that.” His feet shuffled outside. “Do you… uh… do you want to talk? I’m not as smart as Muu, b-but it might help.”

Kazui kept his pained smile hidden. It was an incredibly kind gesture, to be sure, but the boy would never understand. He could open up about everything that had happened in the past forty years, and there was no way Haruka would understand a bit of it.

It was easy to dodge the question. When under the spotlight, he’d found it was helpful to place the attention on someone else. “What do you talk to Muu about?”

“Uh! Well.” There was more shuffling, and Kazui realized he was coming to sit right next to the cell. He hadn’t meant it as an invitation to stay... 

He rolled onto his back, hoping his face was still obscured in the shadows of the panopticon.

“I usually cry because… I’m not like everyone else.” Haruka said. “I don’t-don’t know why. I don’t know why everyone else can be normal and I j-just can’t. I try so hard. I try so hard. If I could be like them, m-maybe my mom would’ve loved me. M-maybe she wouldn’t think I was broken all the time. M-maybe,” he got quiet, “no one would have died.”

Kazui stared up at the ceiling. A few more tears slipped down his face. It looked like an old man like him could still be wrong, now and then. “And… what does Muu tell you, to comfort you?”

“Oh, she tells me lots of nice things. Mostly that she loves me very much.” Kazui could hear the smile in his voice. “And she also says that… that it wasn’t my fault. That there’s nothing wrong with being me. That we can’t be anyone d-different, even if we want to more than anything in the whole wide world. She says, she says people were mean to her too, just because of who she was.”

“Yeah?” The younger prisoners had avoided someone as intimidating as him, so he never heard much about Muu’s reason for being here. 

“Mhm. She said they would say all these awful things, b-because there was this one girl in her class, and… and, well… things were…” Haruka stopped. “Ah! I didn’t mean to make you cry again! I’m s-so sorry…”

Kazui sucked in a shaking breath. “No, I’m sorry you have to hear all this from me. It’s good, though. It’s really good.” 

“O-oh…?”

“I just realized, I’m a lot like that too.” 

Kazui didn’t know what possessed him to continue. He’d been hiding things for so long, he thought he’d be better at keeping it in. It must have been something about the darkness of the hour, and Haruka’s complete innocence, and the dream that still lingered around heart. 

“When I was her age, there was someone in my class like that. He was… well, I’m sure you know. My parents also said I was in need of fixing. I’m sorry you had to go through that too.”

Haruka let out a small sound of acknowledgement.

“You should head to bed, now. It’s late.”

“R-right. Sorry, again!”

“Don’t be. I think I needed this.”

Once Haruka’s footsteps had rounded the panopticon, Kazui brought his arm up to cover his eyes. He knew he had plenty of blood on his hands for what he’d done. This was his fault. But regarding who he was…

A sound rocked through his chest, something between a sob and a laugh. It was nice to think there was nothing wrong with that, after all.

#milgram #kazui mukuhara #haruka sakurai #wahh thank you so much :D that made my day to hear!! and this request was so cool to think about #(i read the translation day one but) this motivated me to actually listen to his new vd because i we finally hear some emotion from him ;-; #it made me just as sad as i was expecting adfsdf ;---; #i kept trying to write him opening up to someone willingly but it just wouldnt work #(i mean he IS on trial for murder and begging for es to reveal the truth but he still cant say it himself) #so i think itd take someone else opening up first -- once he sees theyre genuinely putting themselves out there for him #hed be able to reciprocate and talk/show his emotions #i know muu/rei isnt canon but even a misunderstanding about it would be important to him #<- made herself sad realizing so much of the cast has been treated as broken or like their true selves werent good enough #but yeah it was really interesting seeing how much overlap kazui and haruka had! #ive got another kazui thing coming today/tomorrow -- now go vote this sad wet cat innocent he fuckin needs it👏 #drabbles

[stilemawillow]

MTIJ | Ch.30 City of Dumbassery, Here I Come

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader

word count: 13k

summary: a girl with a variety of hidden complexes has to live with a french asshole for nine months. easy? on the surface. problematic? definitely. romantic? not too much, or at least they’d make it a point to say so everytime when asked. the end? please, their dynamic isn’t as simple as that.

warnings: nsfw content; mentions of nudity; virginity loss; oral sex (f! receiving); protected sex; explicit sexual content; reader discretion advised

A hundred-dollar question: where do people go to blow off steam when their interns weren’t back back from their vacation yet? First and foremost, never City of Dumbassery as it’s not a place for relaxation. I might’ve been its main population these days, but I fancied myself a rational person capable of making the right choices when needed. Pretend you’re not looking at my romantic history. The right choice, however, wasn’t always right in the heat of the moment, only in perspective, so we begin this scene with me, seated on Erwin Smith’s couch with Hanji Zoe and a cup of coffee.

For more information on the right-est choice I made as of late, keep watching. Or as asshole-me insists on promoting: Come see the prequel to the biggest fuck-up of this girl’s life. I, though oblivious to its imminent eventuation at the point where we start, had a vague notion of what I wanted the next few days to look like. Let’s just say, humourlessly enough, that my wildest dreams came nowhere close to the reality that would take place.

“I’m sorry about last time, (Y/N). I didn’t know about you and Eren.” Hanji’s contrite apology made my smile widen as I lifted the cup of coffee to my lips. Dismissing the fact she brought the topic right back with the intention to make amends, Hanji was a good person and clearly sincere in her ways of regarding me. Kindness was one thing, but this woman’s pure cordiality was admirable.

“It’s not a problem. I could tell it wasn’t your intention to hurt me.” The corner of my mouth twitched in self-reproach at the manipulative bullshit I let slip. Instantly, I corrected: “Not that I was hurt.” If it’d been Annie, she wouldn’t straight-up laughed. Had it been Levi, he would’ve stared at me like I was dumb for thinking him dumb enough to buy it. But this was Hanji and she just smiled reassuringly.

“You can share if you want to. That’s what I’m here for with all my friends,” she offered. It sounded tempting but I couldn’t allow myself that kind of openness yet. Annie was, as always, the only person who knew the full story in all its repulsive glory but if I wanted to preserve (Levi’s privacy) my reputation, I couldn’t tell the whole thing here. The whole thing – look at me dodging the serious parts in an attempt to make myself feel better. I couldn’t tell Hanji about my intoxicated attempt to sleep with her friend, who gave dubious if any consent. Sounded appropriately disgusting like this.

“Mike and Erwin seem like they lead pretty decent lives, though.” Redirecting the topic, ignoring everything weird, dismissing all as a dirty scheme meant to humiliate me – a methodical step-by-step guide on how to be a paranoid bitch. It would’ve been my equivalent of the Bible if I weren’t an atheist. Even if I regularly used OMG, if I had to pick a fictional character to believe was real, at least I’d pick one from a book with a legit author – something by King, Thackeray, Hemingway, Tolkien, Orwell or Hawthorne. Following that train of thought, I might as well start worshipping Mickey Mouse – it’d do me more good than the big guy with the beard who loves me but would make me suffer for all eternity for stepping out of line once. I did it a lot.

“It wasn’t always like that. Not to mention Levi was stuck in the gutter a month back.” Hanji’s words snapped me out of my daze. “I know I told you to wait for him, but I don’t trust him, so make sure you keep this conversation a secret,” she warned while leaning forward as if afraid the walls would hear. The suspense, though exaggerated and a bit comical, made me put down my coffee. “So, you know how Petra is mentioned here and there?” I nodded. “She was Levi’s fiancé. She died in a car crash last October.” I knew I should’ve reacted appropriately but I couldn’t force it quickly enough. Hanji noticed. “You don’t look shocked.”

“No, but I am surprised. A lot of things make sense now. I’m sorry for your loss.” I hastened to make a recovery to lessen the doubt along the planes of her face. A pang tugged on my heart. When I considered the alternate reality where Petra hadn’t died, the notion of Levi not arriving for his internship was incomprehensible. He’d be studying hard at home and married. No rings, no chaos, no cheating for me – yes, good, but no company around the house either, no distraction and no comfort.

“You haven’t done anything to apologise for it,” Hanji said. “Anyways. Shorty was in a really bad place the months after. Working himself to the bone, no sleep, no food, no nothing. He just had to be doing something. The one good thing that came out of it was his weekly visits to his mother.” A small pause, a moment of consideration for her and an odd feeling of fascination for me. I was soaking it up like a sponge because I was seeing, at last, his angle. “Maybe it hit him that if death came for Petra, it could come for Kuchel, too. I can’t know for sure. All I know is he exhausted himself to the point he collapsed. Unconscious for three whole days. Isabel told him he’d gotten the internship when he woke up.”

“So he used it as an escape,” I finished. It was a logical conclusion. Hanji nodded. Avoiding pain wasn’t the way but he’d been desperate to get away and the internship had been the perfect opportunity. He’d grabbed his bags, boarded the plane and then… well, had to deal with me. Not a warm welcome by any means. He hadn’t even had the energy to get angry or look like he felt anything. I hadn’t known, hadn’t cared enough to see. It made me uncomfortable to realise it.

“Flew over a whole ocean and kept working,” Hanji proceeded. “He wanted something to distract himself with. When he ran out of work because he did overtime, he started calling home more often. Vague details were all he gave, but I got the feeling he had something else to work on.” Hanji’s words made a lopsided smile kiss my lips. He’d wanted to busy himself with my well-being, but I’d taken it the wrong way, as I often did. Nowadays the matter was often used against him but never by him – wasn’t that funny?

“Becoming the spoiled brat’s babysitter,” I filled in kindly, but Hanji’s disapproving frown meant to reproach along with the eloquent gesture of her crossing her arms. I didn’t regret the way I worded it. Eren, Annie, Mikasa and my mother had often tried to make me rethink my ways, but results were yet to manifest. This story, with me as the shitty protagonist most likely to be insufferable contrary to sympathy-inducing, portrayed reality as I saw it – and reality often neglected character development.

“He never called you either, but he did mention taking care of you had the same effect as working, if not better. I felt he might find himself a friend, so I supported him. I think I made the right choice. You have a lot in common,” Hanji declared. It struck a cord – did we really? Our arguments were fire lashing out at ice – not something that happened with people got along. Levi was hard to anger whereas I had a short fuse – everything was a personal insult. No easier target than a conceited paranoid.

“On the topic of that,” I piped. “How do you forget somebody?” The question was light-hearted. I decided to dismiss the whole story so I could ponder it later. Hanji’s brows furrowed as she smiled sympathetically. She couldn’t imagine the situation well enough. The question was I over Eren? had kept at a safe distance from my mind during my birthday vacation and the beginning of August only to assault it now with pitiless ire.

Things kept coming back when I least needed them. Thoughts of the twinkle in his teal eyes or the crooked smile he always wore before a kiss, the sound of his voice – the softness he’d told me he loved me with the first time, the haunting quiver in it when we were breaking up. I woke up at night with the howl of planes taking off and landing. On some mornings, I woke up, hoping to hear a knock at the door and see his face. Would he be more tan? Would his eyes be the same? Would his hair be styled differently? Would he have grown taller?

But, (Y/N), a voice would say in my head, people don’t grow taller just like that, it’s physically impossible.

Eren can, I’d argue, because Eren is my boyfriend and he can do anything if he puts his mind to it.

But Eren wasn’t my boyfriend and he wasn’t a miracle-maker. I’d sit in bed and argue with myself that Eren would come back, that I wanted the best for him and that wasn’t me, that we were done, but that he’d still come back. He never did. A small desperate part of me still hoped for the door to open – any door. Erwin Smith’s apartment’s front door right now, even. I could almost hear his footsteps going up the stairs. I swore I could. I turned to Hanji, a naïve question – can’t you? – flickering in my orbs. She didn’t catch it.

“I’m not an expert,” she said instead. “But Levi can be of help. His coping mechanisms aren’t the best example to follow, but he has a good head on his shoulders. He just doesn’t listen to it.” She might’ve thought, with how desperate I looked, that I might cry. She didn’t know pride would rather have me rip out of my tear ducts before that happened. I didn’t cry often or in many people’s presence. That wasn’t to say I didn’t like Hanji. But Annie and, unfortunately, Levi were the exceptions here. The latter was a mystery, probably my attempt to play a damsel in distress to ask for attention. Attention and help and fucking, might as well – a kiss. Couldn’t he just kiss me sometimes without me having to be in the middle of a mood?

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t copy those coping mechanisms even if I wanted to. Work, sex and alcohol are never a good mix.” I let out an awkward string of laughter, weirded out by my abrupt disconnection from the conversation and how it turned my thoughts against me. I didn’t miss him that much. Also, he was coming home tomorrow. I had nothing to play the desperate whore for. There was the blondie. That wasn’t jealousy, though. I’d say it was my wish to prove myself better.

“Sex?” Hanji echoed with a conflicted expression.

“Sex with my father’s secretary. I think it was around May. He stormed out after calling her and came back drunk in the middle of the night,” I explained. The brown-haired woman took a second to process the story, then burst out in incredulous laughter. My brows twitched. “What’s so funny?” Was it something else or was I just weird for not thinking my father’s intern and secretary fucking the joke of the century?

“I remember him telling me about that,” she started, voice hinting at a new bout of cackling. “He went to her place for paperwork and she had her boyfriend over. They kept offering him drinks and he agreed to shut them up. Crossed the line at some point. He even got lost on his way back to the house.” I wanted to face-palm using the table and, hopefully, get myself into a coma. Was there a person on this Earth denser than me or was I a phenomenal idiot?

“Oh, God,” I muttered in a wheeze. “I’m so stupid.” Embarrassment and shame painted the tips of my ears bright crimson as I clenched my fists. Hanji patted my shoulder.

“You’re not stupid. I would’ve thought the same if I had no context. Levi would never just have a one-night stand, though. Not the type of person for it. He claims it’s the wrongest way to get over something.” Her brown eyes, previously fixed on me, were now directed at the coffee table. “Might work for you, but he most certainly hates it.” A snort was drawn from her lips as she withdrew her hand from my shoulder. I tried not to think about it, but it was inevitable. Hitch’s party, him refusing, refusing, refusing, because it would be “just like that” and “just like that” was a solution for neither of us.

“I’ll consider it,” I joked. “I was busy up until recently, but maybe university won’t be enough to distract me.” I smiled as Hanji chuckled, patting my back.

“Another boyfriend should do the trick in that case,” she said.

But I don’t want another boyfriend, I wanted to counter. I want your grumpy short friend. The thought froze me up. Asshole-me joined Hanji’s hearty chuckle. Bold of me to think it. Terrible of me to think it. Wrong of me to think it. It was complicated. If romance was not involved here, it was undeniable at this point. I could almost feel it written in capital letters on my forehead.

ATTRACTED TO LEVI ACKERMAN. VERY.

“I’m not ready for the commitment.” Was the only comment to exit my mouth due to the sudden discomfort nestling in the crevice of my ribcage. “I think,” I added awkwardly, reluctant regarding a relationship but very opinionated on the topic of engaging my father’s intern in something inappropriate that would make our relations twice as complicated as they were.

“A friend with benefits then?” Hanji’s mind-reading abilities amazed. I realised it suddenly – that it was natural, this attraction of mine, no matter how humiliating and inconvenient. It wasn’t weird and maybe it wasn’t all that wrong. It was a guy who was three years older than me who lived with me that I considered unreachable. The forbidden fruit, so to say. He was handsome, mysterious and had abs. Natural to be attracted to that. Natural to be attracted to it when I saw it every day and it saw me every day and most times it treated me with passive kindness. So there’d be no harm, I assumed, in initiating something a smidge bigger. What was stopping me? I didn’t have a boyfriend, I wouldn’t feel guilty and I wasn’t insecure because, hey, he’d kissed me last time. Obviously, I wasn’t nasty.

“Update from a virgin to a slut then?” I smirked, a decision born. Hanji’s mouth clamped shut shamefully and I laughed. “I’m kidding, calm down. It was just a joke.” I patted her back. The ring on my finger was cool to the couch and soothing. My resolve, for once, was there. I had a goal. A simple one at that – nothing dangerous. Two words: kiss Levi. I would do it because there was nothing to stop me. I mean, what was the worst that could happen?

…

Imagine an elegant expensive kitchen armed with all kinds of top-quality appliances. Paradise for all little housewives who greet their husbands with a warm meal. I wasn’t that type and the fact I spent four hours cooking more food than a family of six could eat didn’t make me one either. Judging was futile because I took care of that myself during the whole process. Currently, the fruit of my effort sat in front of me – a full three-course meal with different forks to go with the high-class atmosphere. I was far from a successor of Gordon Ramsay, but I outdid myself this time. Why? Last-minute anxiety maybe. Or fear. I needed a distraction because the thought of Eren wouldn’t stop pestering me. Added to that was the fact my father could walk in without Levi. Asshole-me didn’t help.

Bet on the outcome now! A once-in-a-lifetime offer that provides an endless amount of entertainment for the whole family! Fifty bucks says a discount version of William will use the vanishing potion and fly back to France! The other side of the bet? Sorry, I don’t know her. With such a commentator, it was early to skip the food and go straight to consuming my fingernails. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. Place your bets right now, your bets need to go in the ballot box, quickly fill out the slips and put them in! Will he go or yes? And what’s the sweat for, princess? Don’t we like watching history repeat itself? I love it. So bet, bet, bet, bet! Come on, faster! If I had a penny for each time your father’s intern left you in the summer, I’d have two pennies. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s hilarious it happened twice!

The jingle of keys pulled the plug on asshole-me’s voice. I’d waited a whole hour now and my head snapped up so fast I heard my neck pop. The front door opened and my heart flinched when my father walked in, dressed in one of those hideous Hawaiian shirts they sold in souvenir shops and flaunting on his nose and cheekbones a really bad case of sunburn. He’d say the sun was harsh in Minnesota. I’d pretend not to hear because believing was impossible. He slipped out of his sandals and I clasped my hands together in excitement.

“Dad, finally! I was starting to think I’d have to reheat everything,” I said. He turned to face the fake exasperation masking the genuine joy I felt at his return. A doubtful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and my eyes were frantically bouncing from him to the open door. Panic began to well up in my mind. Asshole-me was diligently digging a hole for it, to fit as much as possible.

“A pretty big feast you have there.” Rolland Raven took off the sunglasses he was wearing to eye the food a bit better. I cracked a smile I hoped wouldn’t seem constipated. My thought process was starting to lag due to overload when I heard a faint curse. Next thing, Levi’s pale figure, wearing a ridiculous straw hat. My heart dropped like a stone, plugged the pit of panic and made asshole-me yelp when it nearly crushed her fingers. I felt like stumbling back into my chair and never getting up.

“I guessed you might be hungry after the flight. You don’t have to eat all of it,” I said. It was then a pair of graphite hues shot up to my face. It felt like each muscle in it strained almost to the point of tearing. My father took a seat at the counter while the intern opted to drop off his luggage upstairs and change clothes. I stared after him a second too long while he was climbing the stairs.

“You’ve never waited for me after a business trip before.” (E/c) clashed with (e/c) as my father began picking his food and digging in with more enthusiasm than I’d expected. Levi had mentioned the almightly Raven had complained about the poor quality on the trip compared to what he had at home, but it was still a compliment to witness it manifested.

“I usually have things to do when you’re on business trips, father. This summer I needed a source of entertainment.” I rolled my eyes, letting them scan the interior during the roundabout lie. Lucky enough, they caught the exact moment Levi was leaving his room, tugging down his shirt. A glimpse of fit abdominals. A vague tan line. The food on the counter became a tad bit less appetising.

“Don’t you have Eren Jaeger to help with that?” My father’s question made my attention snap back in place just in time for Levi not to catch me staring. He took a seat at the far end of the counter but I was too preoccupied with a small freak-out fit to dwell on it.

“About that,” I squeaked out with a constipated expression, prompting both men’s attention to turn from half-hearted to wholly undivided. Amazing. I couldn’t have done a better job at it if I’d begun yodelling out of the blue. “Eren broke up with me two months ago.” The key to not sounding like a squeaky toy was to not meet anybody’s gaze. My father was blinking like something had gotten in his eye and Levi’s jaw clenched at the discomfort he was subjected to.

“And I wasn’t notified of that because?” Rolland Raven, among many a quality, was a proud man who, in spite of his profession, could never act quite as predictably as I wished him to. This was no exception because I didn’t have time to open my mouth before he silenced me with a hand in the air. “No, forget I asked. I need to have a serious talk with him. Maybe make him pay back all the dates you’ve handled with interest. We can make a fortune.” The devious plan was voiced in his typical cold-blooded businessman manner. I waved my hands around in discomfort.

“Hold your horses, father. You’re not the one who got dumped. Eren ended the whole thing because he went to study in Germany,” I explained but it wouldn’t satisfy my father, who only glared while putting a fork-full of potatoes in his mouth. Levi tried to become fully invisible. I thought if things got too heated for him, he might make a dash for his room with the dish.

“Unreasonable as can be. If he loved you as much as he had the balls to claim in front of me, he could’ve thought of an alternative that didn’t include breaking your heart. Because of something as insignificant as distance, too.” My father leaned back in his chair with folded arms. He forgot all about food so he could glare at me.

“4898 miles to be exact,” I murmured pitifully. Both men shot me an incredulous look, to which I switched on defence mode. “I did my research. I wasn’t crying the whole time.” Subconsciously copying my father’s position, I reclined in my chair and crossed my arms, glaring like a child prior to giving a sigh and smiling weakly. “I gave it a lot of thought and he did the right thing. So can you be the one to tell mom later?” The last inquiry seemed to surprise him, maybe because it was expected of me to share more with my mother and thus already have her know the super secret information I was handing him.

“I’ll try not to cry as I do.” A nod and a similar weak smile. “You did well not to tell me immediately.” He returned to normal – calculating and sharp, looking for weaknesses and thinking in numbers. Levi’s lack of shock went unnoticed, which I was secretly thankful for. The raven was looking at me playing with the silver band around my finger to soothe my nerves.

“Because you would’ve gone to the airport to kick him to the curb like a good father?” I smirked, a pointed look aimed at the dark-haired businessman, who only snorted in return prior to redirecting his attention back to the food.

“… maybe.” A small pause betraying care, an awkward glance in his intern’s direction conveying mild panic as a result of his feelings showing and a fake clearing of the throat to show discomfiture. He changed the topic immediately. “Have I told you you’ve become a better cook than your mother?” (E/c) clashed with (e/c) and I knew he could see I was holding back laughter by the way the corner of his mouth twitched downwards in displeasure.

“You have now. Congratulations on successfully dodging the topic,” I announced with a complacent grin as he scoffed, ignoring the embarrassment so he could go back to eating. Levi’s gaze was relentless but, once having resolved the current minor conflict, I felt too ashamed to return it. I couldn’t be speaking of Eren, thinking of Levi and acting like a professional whore. It went against my moral code. I wished it was as stable as my pride. Somewhere in my head, asshole-me was drafting an advertisement for the future demise of both.

The following day was unexpectedly laid back in terms of emotions – the process of waking up and going to work was starting to become mechanical. I disliked that I was turning into a nine-to-five zombie, but Melinda’s cross remarks did nothing to hinder my placidity and Adam’s request for a date was, surprisingly, accepted with a pinch of reluctance. It was time for something new, I defended when asshole-me breached the topic of my change of heart. I couldn’t go a whole life without clashing with a man who wasn’t Eren. To forget him, I actually needed to accept that. Because knowing he wouldn’t come back and I didn’t want to get back together was different from realising I couldn’t stay in the comfort zone of being endlessly attached to him and using it as an excuse to never move on.

I felt a smile light up my face the moment I saw Levi in front of the TV with a cup of tea in his hand. Unfortunately, I couldn’t use him to move on – it was the conclusion I drew from the quiet happiness gripping my heart at the sight of him beckoning me over. Everything I’d done had been quite enough. I wouldn’t turn him into a tool as well. So I settled on the couch and we led a half-assed conversation about the movie playing until my parents barged in, beaming and formal. Going for a date at a restaurant – yeah, no, I knew where they were going after. I smiled as we sent them off, and then the ebony-haired intern began choosing the movie we’d be watching and I worked on the snacks downstairs.

Accepted a date, claimed you won’t use him and now you’re pondering the kiss you’ll initiate. You know you’re fucked in the head, correct? Asshole-me piped mockingly, making me huff. I knew I was fucked in the head because she was there. Also, kissing Levi and using Levi were two different things. Different for him how? It’s kissing. It wasn’t. It would be exploring this time – not thinking about being distracted but feeling it for what it was. Jesus, that’s such a weak excuse. I felt she might be face-palming. Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You spent so much time telling your best friend you don’t like him, then you miss Eren, then you “date” Adam, then you grab your friend-zoned intern and decide you’ll be kissing him again – after you established you’re fucking inferior to the blondie who’s clearly hitting on him or clearly intent on doing it too. Can you not follow the timeline?

“Princess, why does Natalie tell me you’ve filled out all the forms related to the company’s income during our vacation?” Levi lowered the phone from his ear. The call had ended a second ago and he was glaring at me doubtfully. I was busy watching the movie – hopefully, excuse enough for scarce to no eye contact. I opened the pack of Doritos I’d dug up from my secret stash in the garage and warily eyed the pale intern’s expression.

“Because the forms were in the office downstairs and I figured they’d get in the way of our movie marathon, asshole. I haven’t messed them up.” My scoff was promptly returned to sender as Levi shoved his phone back in his pocket and clicked his tongue in exasperation. Another three minutes passed before I spoke up: “By the way, I need advice.” The room was dimly lit and the raven’s sharp gaze was on my temple.

“Will you have it in mind when you get back on your bullshit?” The inquiry was flat and doubtful. I tried to nod but it came out looking like a cringe and a shrug. His lips pursed in exhaustion. “Spill,” he ordered coldly, making me pout.

“How do I forget Eren?” Squeaky was the best I could do after becoming tense again. Nervousness was gnawing at the feeble stem of courage I’d managed to grow and my hopes for this to go as smoothly as a chat about the weather were stuck in an elevator on the top floor of a skyscraper. Even overthinking was useless here.

“Easy,” he said. Again, there was that breach of grammar. “Find somebody new. Judging by how much you’re smiling these days, you might as well be done with that.” The suspicious mockery made me snort.

“Don’t you think I might be happy to have you and dad back home?” I asked pointedly.

“No,” he countered with a defiant click of his tongue. What he said next sounded like an extract from a Jorge Bucay book. Something about self-love maybe. “Before you get with Rivers, however, you have to accept that Jaeger is now your ex. He’s part of the past and the past doesn’t hold power over the future if you don’t let it.” I bit back laughter to not offend him.

“Such a poet you are,” I huffed half-heartedly. “And how do I stop loving him?” Seriousness stood perched on my right shoulder, but the Doritos between us kept decreasing and I felt the soothing coolness of the ring on my finger. Our gazes locked and I stared, just because I could, because he was back, because he acted normally. And why wouldn’t he? Our circumstances surely weren’t enough to alter his demeanour.

“You don’t. You never will and you should get used to it.” His answer cut deep and I realised it might’ve confused me but I was too captivated by his eyes to process it. He forced himself to explain: “We never stop loving somebody once we’ve fallen for them. We just fall harder for another person.” It was as romantic as it was businessman-like. A bit too… systematic somehow.

Line up, line up! Asshole-me encouraged. I imagined a big queue in front of an entrance door with a sign bearing my name above it. Number 12, pass through, but beware – number 10 wasn’t careful with his words and number 11 made no effort to change that! The asshole side of me clearly fancied the idea. For all waiting, the Eren Jaeger mural is on the left and the guy on the right is the one you’ll never be! Keep trying but keep this face in mind – Levi Ackerman is hiding in a lot of the corners you’ll visit! He’s an invaluable guest at this establishment! Oh! Is it time for the next one already? Hurry up, number 13! Don’t hold up the queue, who knows how much capacity we have left. And so on until the last victim had walked in. It made my nose scrunch up.

“Does that mean you still haven’t gotten over Petra?” I piped curiously, bright eyes observing closely the intern’s reaction. The movie was no longer as interesting. Everything I could focus on was the furrow between Levi’s brows and the flat unperturbed look in his eyes. He grabbed a Dorito from the pack. I moved my hand away just in time to avoid a clash.

“It means I haven’t fallen in love with the next in line,” he said, reinforcing the notion of a queue. “I’m used to the fact she’d dead. Filling out every report in the world won’t bring her back,” he paused briefly and gulped, “so I go on with my life.” The explanation was simple but relatively quiet, like he was trying to say the words while not exactly aiming to have me hear them. His gaze was staring at the screen ahead as I looked down, trying to come up with a good one-liner to put him out of his discomfort.

“I feel like we’re becoming pensive,” I started with a lopsided smirk, “so let me pull a Reverse Uno card on this mood by saying I’ve reached a milestone in my life.” Licking the Dorito dust off my fingers, I puffed out my chest proudly, making the intern put a hand to his mouth. Maybe he’d bitten back a smile behind it. “I won’t get fined for driving without supervision now. Not to mention, I can have sex.” Waving an index finger in front of his face, I didn’t react when he grabbed it without warning.

“I don’t see what stopped you before,” he stated nonchalantly. I shrugged, concluding I hadn’t exactly shared with him details about my childish vow.

“There was this really religious teacher at school when I was ten – she scarred all her classes by giving them unsolicited Sex Education lectures mixed with Bible verse. Got fired because children complained to their parents, but she did a good one on me before that,” I explained with a smile, yanking my finger from his hold. “Since sex was for sinners – both began with the letter s, she explained to us – and I didn’t want to be a sinner because it meant… well, a bad person, I told myself I’d have sex only after turning eighteen, regardless of the temptation. So I held out. Proud of myself for that.” My complacent smile made him snort. He might’ve glanced at my lips right after.

“I’m sure there’s been a lot of temptation for you, princess,” he drawled in a deep sarcastic voice, moving the empty bag of Doritos away before wiping his fingers with as I processed the retort. I sat still, pouting for a fraction of a second, when it hit me this was my chance. The signal was there – shining in bright green, if I wasn’t color-blind – and it was time for me to grasp the opportunity.

“More than you can imagine, asshole,” I said with a scoff, not parting my eyes from his profile to observe his reaction. We cast aside the fact he could’ve poked fun at me being the furthest thing from a believer, yet such a big aspect of my life had been altered by a religious teacher. The tip of his nose twitched when he snorted in dismissal, not daring to meet my eye all of a sudden.

“The mood has been brightened. What do we do now?” He turned to face me, curious but hesitant, and I felt a surge of courage at the sight of the indecisiveness dawdling about in his grey eyes. The blue specks were calling me – count us, (Y/N), count us – and I concluded this would be the one time I initiated anything between us. It was stressful and scary, but it was Levi, so want overpowered fear, resulting in something we’d have a hard time sorting out our feelings on.

“Watch the movie you so diligently picked for us maybe?” But actions contradicted words because I was leaning in and he could see it. For two whole seconds, there was no movement on his end. Panic was about to make me pull back, pin it to something else, anything else, when his hand lifted, slender fingers gently tucking my hair behind my ear. This was it. It would happen. I was exploring what it’d be like without the guilt of purposefully seeking distraction.

It was slow – the first kiss – his lips barely landing on top of mine so we could taste the water even when we knew it was lukewarm. The movie was like white noise – I could catch fragments of dialogue and the screen illuminated Levi’s profile the few times my lids fluttered open. His hold on the side of my face was gentle, granting permission for me to pull back at any point. I didn’t know what he was thinking. I knew I was barely thinking and it felt nice, for my head to be so blissfully empty. It was all sensations and when he dragged his tongue over my bottom lip, my mouth opened to allow access for further exploration. The kiss deepened and I tried to push closer into him.

“Get on top,” he muttered into my mouth. His right hand dipped to grab my leg. I might’ve flushed bright red, but I still complied, slowly straddling him and letting his hands guide me to where he found it most comfortable. I was terribly aware of what I sat on. It might’ve been terribly aware of me, too.

It was slow and fast at the same time. We weren’t breaking the kiss but some moments of it – like his hand brushing my side and making me cover in goosebumps – were fleeting like blinks while others – like the weird scorching thing in my whole torso – felt endless. It was indescribable to a point, the heat of the moment but the moment was long and the pace was changing slightly the more it went on. It hadn’t been him either. It was him responding to me, because I couldn’t for the life not hold him tightly and subconsciously look for more. We were glued together and his fingers had tentatively pushed up my shirt at the back so they could trail up and down the curve of my spine.

My head was tilted, fingers tangled in his hair and heavy huffs escaping my nostrils. He smelled like lavender and rain and cologne, and my fucking conditioner I’d told him a thousand times to stop using because it was expensive. I didn’t bother scolding him about it now. My desperate want turned the kisses hungrier and there was this point – I might’ve wiggled slightly to find an even closer spot – but he stiffened and grabbed the back of my head, growing twice as persistent and passionate. Weird, using that word about him. It hit me the forbidden part of male anatomy I was seated on top of had risen to attention. It made me wonder if it had happened before and that, in turn, was simultaneously embarrassing and flattering. He was attracted to me, too. Duh. We were literally making out on my bed.

When more began translating as more of everything instead of more of this particular thing, he seemed to sense the shift. His hands guided me off his lap and back on the bed. My head was resting against the pillow and my head was empty, lids fluttering open to drink the sight of him the first time he broke the kiss – pale but handsome, tired but caring, bored but clearly moved by the happening. It was a miracle. I’d been begging for this statue to show me anything in the beginning of his internship. I hadn’t known it could show me this – it looked like a godsend. My heart was going a hundred miles per hour, my breath was unsteady and my body felt hot all over.

It didn’t matter where he kissed – my lips, my neck, my chest, my shoulders – I just wanted him to keep kissing me. Temptation had seldom been this strong and the vow was no longer active, it was fulfilled – an electrifying realisation. I didn’t need to have him stop. What my sinner’s hands did the moment that resolution snapped in place was to grab the hem of his shirt and, with pointed urgent eyes, plead with him to take it off. He hesitated for exactly one second, then complied, like he’d complied with everything else without having me say it. He was kneeling between my legs, arms going over his head so the piece of clothing could be discarded. His chest and abdomen flexed, the biceps, the triceps, all the other names of muscles I’d had to read about but hadn’t memorised. Adonis in the flesh. Fuck me for drooling. Oh.

If I could paint, I’d paint him. If I could sing, I’d write a song. If I had a taser, I’d tase myself out of being so cringe-worthy in admiring the body of a man. But when that body pressed against mine, everything became a bit too hot – literally and metaphorically – so I decided the next step was to cool down by taking off my own clothes. First the shirt, then the pants he helped out with. I almost laughed when they tangled at my ankles and he had to tug them off with an irritated frown. Here it was, having my father’s intern see my bra again. This time I didn’t mind.

“Frills? Seriously?” Well, now I minded.

“Do we have an issue?” I snapped with a pointed look. It didn’t help he was towering over me, sizing up my underwear with eyes that spoke simultaneously of him being amused and him being something else. I wondered if he was still hard. I hadn’t touched there once.

“It’s almost cute,” he mocked flatly. He didn’t reach to take it off – he just leaned down to mollify me with a kiss. It worked. I was carried off into wanting more again. The weight of him on top of me grounded the body and made the soul soar. It was a cringe comparison but whatever, it was true. I realised, right about the time I tugged on the waistband of his sweatpants and his brows flashed in unrestrained surprise, that I was an eighteen-year-old doing exactly what was expected of every single eighteen-year-old on the planet – sneaking a boy into my room while my parents were out.

This here was a boy I trusted and a boy I was halfway convinced was more of a man than a boy, mostly when it came to observing how he casually sat up and removed his sweatpants with precision contrary to clumsiness. My eyes flickered down to his boxers. Still hard alright. There was a rush of excitement and shame all at once when I realised it. A bit too late to stop and pin this a mere heat-of-the-momet make-out session. It was the real deal. Happening. Live. In my room. On a late August evening. Goodness gracious.

It took me a second to process it and he might’ve sensed that I’d grown a bit rigid despite remaining just as active. He didn’t advance the happening, petting my hair and kissing me, and trailing lower, but only as low as he’d gone before, finding the rest a sort of forbidden land. Didn’t even take off the bra with the frills he mocked me for. What a gentleman. He was kissing the curve of my breast and I was wondering how in the fucking hell I’d deserved this.

“We don’t have to,” he warned at some point. “If you don’t want to. Saying no is allowed.” He kissed me and it was intoxicating, but also the last snapped nerve. I arched my back off the bed, elbows bending so my hands could reach for my bra clip. The shoulder straps went loose and Levi paused for a moment to process what the act meant.

“I won’t say it,” I muttered with determination, eyes locked with his. Pride was strong within me even now and, having the wordless consent, he gently took off the bra before paying some attention to newfound territory. It was like being examined in a lab. Again, my boobs weren’t perfect. It was genetics and fate, and whatever else. In being embarrassed about him staring at my chest, I was graced by the thought I hadn’t shaved anywhere. Double embarrassed. Wasn’t it only right that the first time would come with presentability? There go the Raven teachings.

And the word nipple is somewhat lame – I’ve heard it from native and non-native speakers of English both – but there is no other word. So when his tongue rolled around my nipple, I forgot I hadn’t shaved and drew such a sharp breath I almost choked. My chest was heaving and he was thumbing my other nipple. I thought we’d get straight to it and was mistaken. He knew better, it seemed, because a virgin needed the bare minimum of this much and more foreplay to truly relax. It hit me for a fraction that this was actual foreplay while I was staring at the ceiling between trying not to make any sounds. I was like a dead fish, just letting him do things to me. More responsive than a dead fish but awfully inexperienced in any case. It made me feel just a bit guilty. My one saving grace was the fact his erection kept brushing against my leg – and if that was there, then it meant he wasn’t dissatisfied.

It was a black spot for a while because I couldn’t pinpoint between the overwhelming build-up of nice but not nice enough where exactly Levi was kissing or sucking or nipping or touching. Now it would be my thigh, now leaving a hickey on my shoulder, now trailing kisses over my jaw and down my neck, now caressing my side, now trailing a finger down to my navel, now my boob, intermission, the other boob – and the whole time there was that thing in my abdomen, the same one I’d felt with Eren, the hot knot begging for attention.

This was a new person and I hadn’t thought it’d come with a new person, but it was there alongside a brand new dynamic which wasn’t hurried or harsh or overtly passionate like I’d been used to. The pace was decent and steady and passion here didn’t amount to bruises – or at least not explicitly so. The new person made it thrilling, overwhelming. The new person made it a brand new experience. And when the brand new person’s hand gently dipped to touch the part where my legs met, I shivered all over, heart and lady boner flinching at once. Levi, with his obstinacy, refused to ask permission vocally. I still nodded, spreading my legs a bit wider. Slowly, like my panties weren’t in the way, he kissed from my knee to the base of my inner thigh, nipped slightly and made me yelp, and muffled something like a chuckle against the plush of my leg.

I didn’t know what he was thinking. I knew his fingers pressing against the spot where wetness had accumulated made my mouth gape slightly. I craned my neck and closed my eyes. There was embarrassment holding hands with excitement, with pleasure breathing down their necks. Nothing quite mattered. I breathed out like I’d been holding my breath for fourteen minutes when the raven’s fingers gently dragged back and forth against my core and then he might’ve been impatient, because he tugged my underwear out of the way, down my legs, past the knees and the ankles, dropping it with the rest of our clothes and the empty Dorito bag on the floor. It was a whole mess, this thing. I wanted it.

“The house is empty, princess,” he said while leaning down to kiss below my navel.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, almost out of breath in spite of my lungs functioning perfectly. His fingers were ghosting on the side of where I wanted him to touch. His mouth dragged lower. There was the jab of shame about not being shaved again. It hadn’t sent him to his feet and out of the room, so it was probably fine. A man wasn’t afraid to fight the jungle, I’d heard a few times before.

“That you can make noise without being scared,” he responded casually. I snorted and decided inwardly that I wouldn’t be making any noise whatsoever, just to spite him. It did feel good, though, so I doubted I could actually hold back effectively. As though to challenge the unsaid decision, Levi cut the suspense short. When his tongue rested where only one other had before, I came close to whining. My hand shot down to paw at his hair and he hummed against my clit. The vibrations of it made me writhe slightly.

He licked and sucked – nipped twice, which made me yelp both times – and did all sorts of other magic. Added to the title of mind-reader would now be the rank of mage. Then, there was this point when I could feel his fingers prodding at my entrance – a gentle warning of what was to come. First it was one. My mouth gaped and there was a slight flash of something like pain. More like discomfort. Now this was brand new wherever I looked at it from. Remember, my vow had its doors but none had included penetration. Officially the furthest I’d gone with somebody. Goodbye, hymen. You served us well.

He waited. Waited almost a full minute and distracted me with his tongue before I rolled my hips to give him the green light. Slow pumps. It was still uncomfortable, but the friction wasn’t painful. Just uncomfortable and new and I didn’t like change, but when this one found with its finger one particular spot sold off as the Bermuda Triangle for men to find, I might’ve liked this particular change. First, it made me moan. Second, the more he kept reaching that spot – because it was impossible to miss I liked it – the closer I was to coming. There were sloppy sounds and a second finger inserting itself in me, and my voice bouncing off the walls before dropping to the floor in a hush.

I might’ve said his name, actually, I might’ve half-screamed it. The orgasm hit me like a brick dropping straight on my genitals and he kept flicking his tongue slower and slower until I’d ridden it out in full. How considerate. When his fingers came out, there was a spot of blood. My mouth clamped shut in shame. He reached over to clean them with a wet wipe – then he cleaned me, too, because obviously he could see things that were invisible to me. There was slick on his chin and I glared half-heartedly when his eyes twinkled in amusement at me.

“Well, that’s done,” I muttered while he leaned over with the intention to kiss me again. “Wipe your mouth, asshole.” I put a hand to his chest to prevent my own pussy juices from coming in contact with my face. For a clean-freak, he sure didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get them off.

“You don’t want to see how tasty it is?” He was mocking me. I was red and hot all over still, a bit like a deflated balloon being refilled with exasperation contrary to air. No longer a virgin, as far as doctors would care. Still kind of in the middle, considering typical hetero interactions included something more than fingers.

“God, no!” I tried to push at his jaw and he almost chuckled when the pussy juice got on my fingers and I flicked my wrist frantically to get it off.

“It was god, yes a second ago,” he drawled pointedly. I burned bright red under his gaze, naked and not a hymen-bearer and kind of lost as to what came next. I pouted, swatted his shoulder and pretended to be very disgusted when he kissed me, making it open-mouted and sloppy for the sake of spiting me. In truth, it didn’t taste like much. Tasted weird, unlike food and drink. Well, that’s bodily fluids for you.

Remember the right-est choice I made as of late? Here it comes. The kiss guided his fingers down to my clit again and mine – to the band of his boxers. A tug and a snap, and he asked me three whole fucking times if I was sure. Not verbally, of course. It was just the particular way he stopped between each step to make sure, to look at me straight in the eye and have me nod my consent back to him. Like I’d change my mind that fast. God’s sake – if I would’ve said no, I would’ve said it before we’d kissed. But this wasn’t something he would do under normal circumstances – not a matter of alcohol, guilt or duty. It was free will and choice. Mine might’ve been made sometime last month, right around my birthday.

The boxers were gone. I blinked at it. A penis in textbooks, a dick in colloquial speech, a cock in smut books, a member in tame erotica. Length, girth, meat sword, love machine – could go on forever. We sat staring at it like it was an alien and while I was bashful, I was also bad with measurements without the aid of a ruler, hence why I safely concluded that I could stack about four donuts on it and put the zipper on it. There was that thing – precum, was it? – leaking from the tip. In all honesty, no I didn’t want to lick it off. Same went for sperm. In the history of mankind, I’d done the gracious thing and sucked off my boyfriend exactly once – the rest had been handjobs because blowjobs came with terrible pains in the jaw, a cramping of the tongue, a crap salty taste and the awkward detail of looking like an unattractive fish during the act. So, no, I didn’t volunteer to show off how bad I was at it.

“Condoms, shit.” It flew out of my mouth unintentionally. Levi’s face scrunched up. We were both visited by the bitter realisation that going further was not an option anymore, unless he wanted to don on a sock. Then the solution came to me. “Keep it up, I’ll be back in a minute,” I mumbled hurriedly, jumping off the bed and rushing butt-naked out of the room so I could go to my parents’ bedroom. Yeah, no, such was the reality of things. I tried to keep my conscience untainted while rummaging through the wardrobe. The hidden box of condoms in the back by the shoes was the saving grace. I wouldn’t speak of this to a living soul that wasn’t Annie Leonheardt ever.

The moment I returned to the room with the box held proudly over my head, Levi snorted. He laid me on the bed again and the mood returned, which was weird because I’d pinned him the type of experience one moment of interruption and consider it all ruined. Not that I’d thought about him during sex or having sex. I hadn’t. I promise. I was thinking it now, when I was about to have it with him. The kisses eased the natural awkwardness and by the time he was putting it in, I was a desperate mess again. Sweat stuck to skin and my breath got stuck in my throat when he pushed it in. I blanked, gaped like I’d received a headshot and felt him stand still to let me adjust. There was, again, mild discomfort. Fingers couldn’t compare to a dick.

I gave it half a minute and told him to move. The first thrust had me whining into his mouth. It was good. It was good, progressively becoming better and better and better, a surprise arriving with each snap of his hips. My father’s intern having sex with me, my father’s intern, my father’s intern, my intern, my Levi. The first five minutes were full of careful slow strokes to let the awkwardness dissipate and for me to get used to it. I won’t call myself anything but I’ll say I got used to it a bit too fast for comfort. So it went. Losing my virginity to my father’s intern.

“Faster, can you--- a bit faster?” The words were choked out and you’d wonder why I would ask for faster when slow was doing a good job of making my chest heave like I was running a marathon, but it was maddening and addictive.

“I can for you, princess.” It was a rasp against the side of my neck and I was blanking because the voice, paired with the hands, with the scent, with the sensation of being full and empty, then full and empty again was so mind-numbing I could melt on the spot and stay there forever. So slow and careful turned into fast and considerate. There was no harshness in him even when he kneaded my boobs or licked stripes down the length of my throat, no harshness whatsoever when he gripped my thighs or my sides. It was tight, but pleasant, egging me on further.

I bit down on the pillow when he found the spot. I bit his finger, too. I bit his shoulder and I bit my own hand to keep my voice down because how was something on this Earth allowed to be so nice? Fuck. He murmured at me to moan if I felt like it. There was a smug undertone. And when he reached between us to roll circles around my clit, I didn’t moan – I was a banshee impersonator, neck craning, back arching, toes curling, all that jazz. I came with a crash and a bang, and it might’ve been an hour by now, or maybe more, but the neighbourhood was asleep and I was wide awake, trying to wake them up, too.

A five-minute break of kisses served as an intermission to avoid me becoming overstimulated but Levi was still hard and still quite energetic in spite of the fact he’d been fucking me for an overall of thirty minutes without stopping or having his pace hitch. Round two started fast and I had my legs up, knees on the sides of my head. It was hot, seeing him through that kind of frame. Just one bead of sweat on his temple – not sticky all over, unlike me. Why was I the one becoming exhausted anyway? I was being a pillow princess. His eyes were gorgeous and his lips were slightly swollen.

“Please, don’t stop,” I whined at some point. He didn’t seem to have any prospects of stopping anyway, but I couldn’t help it. He huffed, chest heaving with lust and I knew it wasn’t easy to be the one doing all the work, so I mentally gave credit where credit was due. “Oh--- Levi, God!” He seemed like he wanted to laugh and my ring glimmered in the dark against his cheek while I tried to pull him down for a kiss which was simply impossible in our current position. He switched it five minutes later. It was not an understatement to claim I was seeing stars and everything was nice and nothing was awkward and this was the most handsome man with the most stamina on this land.

I lost my voice at some point, or I thought I did because my third orgasm couldn’t make me bite down on the pillow fast enough to muffle the literal holler that left my lungs. His name, by the way. If that hadn’t woken the neighbours, I wasn’t sure anything would. I was recuperating and he was trailing gentle pecks along my neck, still not finished. Was sex always this physically draining? My mind might’ve blanked during the third round and we were in missionary again because I insisted that I be able to kiss him any time I wished to. His hand was holding my wrist captive and the other was massaging my breast and it was all a giant whirlpool of pleasure and heat and fluids – the nasty and the nice in one, but I couldn’t care less about the nasty.

He came with a growl, biting down on my shoulder to muffle something that sounded like my name as his pace hitched and turned sloppy for the first time in what felt like hours. He slumped down on top of me and I was breathing more heavily than him, calmed by the weight. I was blinking at the ceiling and my heart was doing somersaults in my ribcage. He went to shower after a minute of rest, I called him out for being a clean freak and it just so happened that my perception of time wasn’t all too warped because checking my phone made me realise we’d had sex for about three hours, foreplay included. I slipped into the shirt he’d tossed on the floor, wiped myself and very considerately ignored the soreness in my hips while changing the sheets.

To my biggest surprise, he returned to my room in a new pair of boxers with his hair wet. There was no invitation. He joined me on the clean bed and wrapped his arms around me. This might’ve been aftercare. When our gazes locked, I didn’t dare avert my eyes in bashfulness. It was surreal and I wanted to memorise it. Then he asked me again – as voicelessly as the first time and the following ten – and I answered positively by flashing him the biggest smile I could muster. No words were exchanged. Levi rolled his eyes and I tucked myself under his chin, legs tangling with his. I was knocked out cold. I wouldn’t hasten to write this off as a happy ending but I wouldn’t immediately turn it angsty either. I explored. It was nice. I don’t think I regretted it for a second.

Waking up was a surreal experience because it included the added luxury of being bathed in sunlight with a warm arm draped around my midriff and a pale sunlit face inches from mine. A spot of purple in the crook of his neck and a few red crescents on his shoulder. Perhaps one or two leftover scratches on his back. I blinked at the sight incredulously, gradually coming to and realising what this position meant – prompted by last night’s three different ones, too.

It happened! Asshole-me hollered in my head, nearly hysteric, slamming a pan into a bell and making the echo of the toll ring painfully against the confines of my skull. You ruined it all! It was like an automatic switch – suddenly, the neutral was the bad and I had complicated it with my impulsiveness, my stupid hormones. I imagined four months of awkwardness and the wish to have more but being completely incapable of asking for fear it would mean feelings. I pictured a tense atmosphere, uncomfortable interactions, embarrassing thoughts, lame excuses. A friendship built with struggle and just barely reinforced annihilated to smithereens by my dumb ass.

I cringed, removing my hand from Levi’s chest to slap myself across the face for being horrible again – not in using him but in indulging my own selfishness. His eyelids fluttered open before the admonishment transpired and I was staring straight into the melted silver which had the tendency to read my thoughts. The current self-reprimanding cacophony would entertain him.

“… should make you coffee,” he mumbled half-coherently, making me blink wondrously at his hazy composure. This is normal, his eyes whispered, lips pressing nonchalantly to my forehead before he got up, so there’s no need to be so shocked. The trip down the stairs was silent. I had left scratches. More than two.

Currently, we were in the kitchen, sitting around the counter with our mandatory morning drinks. Unsaid words hung from the ceiling like dangling cobwebs. Levi, who’d needed a moment to retrieve his memories in full, was stiff and uncertain, and in spite of that visibly calmer than me. I could feel my face heating up as I thought of what to say. This wasn’t normal, even if both of us upon our respective awakening had pinned it such. It was something we had to discuss but how were we supposed to discuss sex when we sometimes fought over food? Deciding what to do seemed impossible.

“Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” The raven, of course, was the one who broke the silence while I was slurping on my coffee, gaze averted and heart beating erratically. “Princess, I’m afraid this is something important,” he said in the face of my silence. His piercing glare was on my temple but I wouldn’t turn, keeping my fingers glued to my cup and my mind grounded in panic. “Need I remind you exactly what happened?” Levi pressed additionally, husky voice raising in audible urgency. I felt completely and utterly naked – dressed in only his shirt and my own underwear.

“We had sex, that’s what happened.” I shrugged, mind preoccupied with the strange feeling eating its way into it. Deep into my stomach, up to my lungs, through the chambers of the heart, in the windpipe – but not painfully. “There’s nothing more to it.” The nonchalant statement didn’t get a warm welcome. That much was to be expected. The attractive intern was frowning, rubbing his temples with a frustrated sigh. I tried not to look at his fingers.

And I’m trying to do just that, asshole-me scoffed pointedly. There’s something different about them when they’ve been inside you last night, yeah? A good type of different. Imagine it. My shoulders tensed as I chased her around in my head with a frying pan. Levi ran a hand through his ebony locks. Wow, is that the sex hair? And I pursed my lips in displeasure, knowing the struggles of the current moment and choosing in spite of them to secretly a wish for a second time. No harm, you know, no harm whatsoever in wanting to fuck your father’s goddamn intern, yeah? No? Can you hear it? Does it sound like a good sentence? Does it?

“Where exactly does your lacking virginity fit into your nothing more to it?” His retort made me cringe, well aware of the virginity ace hidden up his imaginary sleeve. It was a bit harder to argue with him when he was half-naked, letting me see the spots I’d bitten and kissed. The situation: we’d had sex. My side: I had nothing against him being my first because I trusted him and he’d been experienced and careful enough to make it nice. The actual problem: he was my father’s intern.

The abstract part: intimacy often came with, well… intimacy. Casual sex had the advantage of not seeing your partner again afterwards and in our case, we’d had casual sex with somebody we saw daily. Future speculation: tension due to this adventure would brew either discord or twice the ferocity in repeating the adventure. A possible solution: talking about feelings. Additional issue: Levi and I talking about feelings? Not in this day and age. Not in this life either. Telling him he made me feel warm and appreciated? Impossible. Honesty in the face of something embarrassing? Sorry, I don’t know her. She must be really lame.

“Everywhere, because I don’t care for it. It might add complexity to your situation, but it doesn’t play a big role in mine.” Dismissing the whole of it and pinning it on him was wrong. My nonchalance was false. Maybe it was what made him take a deep breath prior to speaking up again, his tea untouched.

“You’re supposed to be freaking out, princess.” His eyes were on mine and asshole-me was screaming: Come on, do it! Just kiss him and make things worse! Go right ahead! I averted my gaze with a snort. He’d used my nickname last night. Added a shade of meaning to it. I tried to get a grip as my rational side reasoned with the situation. This had been a one-time thing – or at least for him. Following that train of thought, wanting more was useless.

“You think I’m not?” It was high-pitched and ludicrous. Memories were surfacing and it was somewhat unpleasant to think they wouldn’t repeat. Levi kissing me in the dark, almost saying my name, clearing the hair from my sweaty forehead, biting my neck as he came, smiling against my lips as I tugged on his hair and tried not to moan, holding me close afterwards, not once saying the wrong thing. “I’m freaking out. You just don’t see it.” My downcast gaze was thoughtful and the air was becoming heavier with something I couldn’t identify. I could feel him staring and it bugged me not to know what he was thinking. “What?” I snapped, refraining from playing with my ring.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked flatly, eyes pinning me in place. “Do you want me to pretend this didn’t happen or do you want us to keep going?” It was ridiculous hearing him say it because, usually, he wouldn’t. I blinked, thinking I’d misheard.

“Keep going as in keep having sex?” I echoed to make sure I’d understood. It might’ve gone out a bit more shocked than expected, which made him sigh.

“I was listing options. In the end, it all comes down to what you want.” The flat voice made me realise I knew what I wanted well enough to have chosen during the conversation with Hanji three days ago or maybe even before I’d had the courage to admit it to myself.

“I don’t know what I want,” I lied with a pointed look, vehement embarrassment clawing up my throat and scratching at the back of it. I could say I wanted to keep going – his offer meant he might be willing – but his response was a fifty-fifty on whether he was sexually frustrated or would rather stick to decorum while living in the same house as the girl he was fucking and her father. I couldn’t turn the question on him because it was mean. I couldn’t call it a mistake because that would be another lie. I was tired of lying when it didn’t go to protect my pride.

“You don’t?” He quirked a thin brow mockingly, feigning the surprise he didn’t feel. “Or you just don’t want to admit your favour the more embarrassing option?” I sat motionless, knowing this wasn’t what I should’ve been doing – considering it. Maybe this was a test he had for me – to see if I’d be dumb or act like a reasonable adult. But (there came that stupid word again) if Hanji had been right, this wasn’t a random hook-up, which meant there might be something and---

Are you seriously considering a relationship with somebody who’s leaving in less than four months? Asshole-me interjected, making me sigh in defeat. Doesn’t fuck randomly, okay, fine, but this is an exception. How in the fucking hell would he grow to like you? You know that’s impossible. Methinks he went along with it because you clearly wanted it. Think about it, he does all sorts of bullshit for you. So what sounds more plausible? Him being himself or him liking you? The former, of course, but I couldn’t admit it. Like I couldn’t admit he was right to say I favoured the more embarrassing option.

“Even if it was like that,” I chose to return the favour and be doubtful, “I’m not inclined to think your morals would let you humour me.” My chin was tipped upwards while Levi shook his head and finally took a sip from his tea. The ghost of a smirk in the corner of his mouth disarmed.

“I have little to nothing against it. But,” (that fucking word again) the firmness of his voice was the only thing keeping my chest from swelling, “it doesn’t sound like an ideal course of action when you’ve almost got yourself a new boyfriend,” he reasoned calmly, somber responsibility lacing his tone.

“It’s not cheating if we’re not official,” I protested instantly, furrowed brows and a pout. He snorted.

“That’s not what I meant, princess.” My lips pursed at the jolt the nickname gave me. “I don’t want sex clouding your judgement. I get Rivers isn’t your boyfriend, but you shouldn’t exclude him as a possibility just because you’ve started thinking you have feelings for me.”

“Besides being a poet, you’ve turned into a psychologist, too,” I exclaimed with a genuinely cheerful chuckle that made him quirk a brow. Something in my throat shrivelled up. “Don’t dwell on my feelings too much, asshole,” I reassured. “I like this because it’s something new, not because I’m head over heels in love with you.” I was still chuckling as he sipped on his tea and fixed me with one of those firm looks that had the ability to bend the knees. The effect was doubled in intensity this morning.

“Make your choice then,” he said boredly, not wishing to be too imperious, seeing as the situation wasn’t taking place in a formal setting where he was the boss and I was the indecisive underling. I might as well have been, with how hot my ears got while I held his gaze, brave and stupid in the face of somebody who read me better than I sometimes read myself.

“I’m not saying it out loud,” I muttered, bashful. The ebony-haired intern watched me struggle before tilting his head to the side with a fake air of oblivion.

“Then I won’t know what you want,” he said innocently, attempting to mock my shyness and what was more – succeeding. I burned bright red, feeling heat creep up my neck and my glare was pointed and uncontrolled. It couldn’t pass as mere annoyance because Levi was hitting a nerve.

“I didn’t see you having a hard time knowing everything I wanted last night, but okay.” There was more spite than sass in the sentence, which only further conveyed my inability to stay nonchalant – something that clearly amused him. “I want us to… keep going. Satisfied?” Crossed arms, downcast gaze and a childish pout. I was the live embodiment of the word petulance and Levi wasn’t done having fun with it.

“Not as satisfied as I clearly left you.” He was smirking and I glared at him, furious and not knowing where the blood would go when there was no space left in my head. I hopped off my chair, turning my back to him and hearing how he moved to stand behind me. A well-meaning hand landed on my shoulder. “It was a joke, princess, there’s no need for the cold shoulder.” His tone was flat and disinterested, but there was a pacifying sliver. He might’ve been trying to make peace but I wouldn’t have it after all the embarrassment he put me through – just to have a good private laugh, too!

“Un-fucking-bearable, that’s what you are,” I hissed, brushing his hand off my shoulder and heading to the staircase in order to escape. He gave chase and set on ignoring the usual code that forbade touchy-touchy when unneeded. The pure and unfiltered imagination one must have in order to picture a shirtless Greek God chasing after a poorly dressed eighteen-year-old spoiled brat was too ambitious a requirement for anybody to fulfil. Turn to mythology for that, but it’s inappropriate there and this one meant well.

“I’ll stop embarrassing you if that’s what you want.” His hands were on my shoulders. He turned me around and I didn’t look at him, much less respond. He could sense I was ashamed. His hands slowly trailed down over my arms to hold my wrists in a grip I could, with effort, free myself from. “Does the mere mention of sex with no context whatsoever embarrass you, princess?” He knew it did, leaning forward with twinkling eyes and a complacent half-smile. “Your face is red.”

“And you’re a fucking genius, congratulations,” I spat with sarcastic disgruntlement. He pulled me forward so that I bumped into his chest. My shoulders jumped in surprise. I didn’t want to look him in the eye but the sight of the marks I’d left on him were no less embarrassing to behold. My heart sped up and I was pouting, flush against him with nowhere to go.

“It speaks,” he whispered by my ear. His hands retraced their steps over my arms and shoulders, gently gliding against the sides of my neck until they held my face. “Does it want to go up to my room?” Blue specks in a pool of melted silver. The question was genuine, in spite of being masked with slight mockery. The adult of us two. I tried to stay mad, but it was impossible. I promised the blue specks I’d count them later and then we were kissing. It was a funny picture – the whole of this situation – ridiculous but somehow not fictional. It was him lifting me off the floor and me wrapping my legs around him. It was him making step after step, steady and careful not to drop me while I snickered into his mouth. It was me being a literal koala and then it was us, hearing the jingle of keys.

“Shit,” I cursed, parting from him with a smack. He let go and I could catch only a glimpse of the panic on his face before I was running up the stairs. I’d barely closed the door behind us when I heard my mother greeting the empty kitchen downstairs. While I breathed out in relief, Levi was already heading to the balcony. It occurred to me that there was a pack of condoms on my nightstand and they were stolen. I’d need to make a trip to the pharmacy and replace the box. Talk about inconvenient. “Careful now,” I piped while the intern was preparing to make the jump, “we don’t want you to fall.” He gave me a half-hearted glare but said nothing.

When he was gone, I plopped down on my bed and grinned incredulously at the ceiling. This “secret sex” thing we were about to dive into wasn’t how I’d imagined the weeks prior to my first year in university, but oh, well. Expect the unexpected and if unable to – just accept it. This officially marked the beginning of my longest stay in City of Dumbassery. It was surprising, however, that I wasn’t alone in there. Twice as surprising that I’d be stuck with my father’s intern. Whom I was having sex with. Amazing. Spectacular. Asshole-me would have my ass for that.

tag list: @unloved-cadillac ; @donaldthrts

#mtij #levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #x reader #levi ackerman imagine #reader insert #levi ackerman x reader #it finally happened #all i'm going to say: i wrote the actual sex scene while editing the rest of the chapter because i was too bashful in the past lol #sure hope it's not worse than the vague three paragraphs of the past #levi is a literal king who preaches consent and safe sex and nobody will change my opinion #also our drama queen is entering a brand new arc of her life #beware: storm incoming

[sparkbugs]

Ep 105 of jrwi liveblog!! My thoughts and reactions under the cut :3

The psa is so real good on you jay

Skip to like 20 mins in cause I forgor to write-

The egg joke was great LMAO. Also BIRD BIRD :D also. They left the tortle to die???? Oopsie I fucking guess??

Underground town :o chip pls just follow bird bird mannnn

I’m still so worried about Early Drey and Finn on the boat oh my goddddddd (THANK GOD THE SHIP IS SAFE WAA)

NEW NPC WIRH ART OHGHDHHS I LOVE HER??? Whomst are you… pink smithy lady… OHGGGGGG TRICELLE ROLFAERA YOU ARE ALSO GORGEOUS

Bird bird my bestie… they better save everyone on this island man like I get it’s their home but they don’t need to be stuck here anymore

HOLYYY SHITTT 7’2… who is this… artists I kiss u /p you’re so fuckin talented and the art you’ve made is so so pretty

IGNEOUS!!! IVE SEEN ART OF THIS BOY OH HES RAINBOW HES SO COOOOL

LMAO GILLION THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU <3

This woman. I want to be her friend.. ZAMIA :D BE MY FRIEND PLS YOURE SO COOL

I love how they’re arguing in front of these people LMAOOO “you lot are crazy, man” yea igneous. They’re a bit insane but it’s ok!!

“We’re the weird kind of pirates that throw our money off the boat and save things” 💀 yea well.

Well they’re gonna go beat up bad pirates that are killing these people and something bars gonna happen cause when does it ever go right!!! Haha. Ha. (Referencing a Spoiler I know that happens but I have no idea When it happens)

Group huddle moment!! Bring all these people on the ship I don’t care :) save them all somehow

Gilly nugget of wisdom. He’s smart I agree with him

There’s a lot :( just. Aaaag

God taking out the corruption on their own is going to be. Terrible.

Yeaaa gillion you. Need to stop dying please <3

GILLION JUST LIKE ME FR brother you cannot save everyone I understand. I get it man but you cannot save everyone you have to look out for yourself

Hallow spell :o time to google what the spell means- aw hell yea protection spot

GOO DRAGON… chip praying? Never thought I’d see the day- oh he. Corrupted nvm

PRETZEL PLUSH ON THE FLOOR OF GRIZZ ROOM - SHE !!!!!! I think so anyway- SHE MOVED

Whomst was taken. They’re gonna get her back

Oh they have a boss that was taken :(

Just noticed puppy behind grizz :o they eepin

Zamia :( SO MANY SAPPHICS IN JRWI I love them all.

“We’re gonna help as best as we can but we also need help getting around here” seems like a reasonable request as they brought Knock back anyways.

Zamia I love you already :( you deserve the world, y’all gonna get out of here don’t worry

RABBIT! RABBIT!!!! And fox… ogghhdjs everyone on this island. They’re my favorites ever.

GIVE AWAY THE PANTS!!! QUEEN YEAHHH MAKE THEM NEW CLOTHES :D give them hope. This is so good I love this sm

Petlen!!! Trinket friend. MAGIC ROCK! Rock. Love rocks… OMG GIVE THEM FOODS FEED THEMSSS

HAJDJDISH switch blade.. AWEJDIS PETLEN :( I love them

ALICE? What how do you say her name. Smithy… “I saw you smithing from across the room” yeah I would’ve said that too tbh

CHIP FINALLY GETS STUDDED LEATHER GIVE HIM BETTER ARMOR HOLY SHIT!!!

This is we’re Knock gets the “yuh” from too-

DOES SHEBSAY ANYHING ELSE LMAOOOO I love her

Uh ohs. Jay. The map!!!! Huh hahdjgdja map??? What. Uh oh. Wuh oh

Corruptionnnb aaaaaa

LMAOOO “you see something bad? You RUN!”

17 ac finally jeez.. yay armor and upgrades

Spider webs… haha this is gonna go terribly

Ohhhh who fucked up- GRYFFON NOOOOOOO

Everything is fine everything is fine everything is fine the scuttling means nothing everything is fine everything is fineeeee

Queeeeeennn aaaaaaaahshsgaia

AAAAA spider that’s not a friend that’s not a friend uh ohssss ahahahaaa VORTEX WARP HELL YEA SMART MOVE- oh the web. RUNNNNNN A FUCK

This is fine :) I wanna be where the people areeeee I wanna seee wanna see em dancing.

Petrol.. patrol. Same thing…. (Also currently making burger while watching so I’m multitasking this is fun)

Gillion. You what. I mean yea but also haha that’s terrifying haha please be careful

Backstreets back ALRIGHT! Haha uh oh “what you don’t see” uh. Hehe there’s a heart or something.

“Like nuts” … Charlie please.

… haha! Uh oh!!!!! Hahahahdjdhgsja

This episode was great I’m so nervous. For what comes next! Hahaha!!!

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi chip #jrwi jay ferin #jrwi gillion tidestrider #jrwi gryffon #jrwi queen #jrwi bird bird #jrwi knock #jrwi igneous #jrwi zamia #jrwi Petlen #jrwi liveblog #jrwilb

[charles-edwin]

OMG MJ I'm so so so SO happy you've welcomed me back like this! I thought you were gonna be like hmmmm who's this? I'm so good! I suddenly disappeared a pretty long time ago, my apologies to everyone (has it been like 2 years??) and last year I made the sudden decision to enter university again as a 28 (now 29) yo! I'm studying something I love, I've made wonderful friends and I got out of the tiny town I was living in all on my own! I am feeling so good within myself, better than ever! although now I've had to make a new tumblr, it's ugly and i've lost my touch on how to make it look cute, booo! But I missed this community so bad and always felt like I was missing something. watching bl isn't the same at all without everyone and I have missed everyone every single day, so I'm back! and I am super happy to be back!! I've missed so much like good lord do I wish I was on here watching Pitbabe with everyone, that must have been a wild ride. Anyway, I'm hoping I will be welcomed back with open arms and am excited to catch up on everything I've missed! I have been keeping up via the bl subreddit but not in the past 2 months. I need info on what I need to be watching right now and what everyone's excited about coming up! Big love to you!!!! Mwah!!!

omg there’s NO way i could ever forget you!!! + sounds fake but i remember all my dear tumblr friends lmao i did notice your absence and felt it even more!!!!

it really has been quite a long time! but no need to apologize! you did what you had to do!! i could only hope to see you again some day, at least to know how you’re doing!

oh but that’s amazing!! my mom went back to college at 45, there’s no age to do something you want!!! so proud of you for that!!!!!

i’m sooooo glad to know you’re doing so well!!! that’s fantastic!!! i hope things keep going great for you!!!

aldkskdkskkd take it slow!!! you might remember how to tumblr eventually. if not, i’m sure there’s tutorials on google 😂

i feel you!! i tried leaving tumblr for 2 weeks last month and it was so lonely lmaooo this community is truly special and adds so much to the bl viewing!!!

super happy to have you back and even happier that you took your time to find me 🥺🥺🥺 don’t know how you did it but i’m glad you did!!

oh god YEAH. pit babe and the sign airing at the same time was AN EXPERIENCE!! truly one of a kind. you would’ve loved it!! aldkskkdks

for sure!! you will always be welcomed here!!!

have you watched love for love’s sake??? are you watching milklove’s gl?? these are MUST WATCH!!!

and have you watched the mock trailer for jossgawin’s vampire bl??? i’m literally waiting for that show as if my life depends on it lmaooo there’s a lot to come, i can barely keep up with everything these days but i’m glad we’re gonna get to watch things together again!!!!!

big love to you right back 😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️❤️

#tumblr friends are stuck with me throughout all lifetimes. until the end of this universe #sorry but no take backsies!!!! #hull534 #harry tag #mj got mail!

[kvngdomheartz]

Hello everyone, alright so this is the first chapter to my LITG MC/Suresh fanfic. I’m both nervous and excited about this. I’ve been starting back to get into writing, so I hope you all will like this. I want to give a special shout-out to @luckyqueenreign for the encouragement to write this. I’ve read her MCxSuresh fics and they are amazing, so make sure to check them out. And another special shout out to @future-mrs-suresh @squishy-noodles and all the other clowns for Suresh. We will rise! Now for the disclaimer.

Disclaimer:

So although this story is based on season 5 of the game, I’m not gonna stay true to the script/game. Granted, I will use certain dialogues but for the most part I’m basically going to be doing my own thing with this. So with that being said, I will not put up with rude/ insensitive comments, you will be blocked and reported. At the end of the day this is fictitious and is part of a fictional game, please don’t take it seriously. Also, I don’t have a schedule on when I will post due to school, so make sure you have your notifications on. Lastly, since I don’t know much about British slang nor do I watch the show, I will be incorporating American Pop Culture references. Anywho, enough of that. Here is the first chapter and I hope you enjoy it!

Word Count | 1.0k

S/N: Feedback is greatly appreciated! I know this chapter is short, but I’m making it up next chapter.

Trials of the Heart

Chapter 1: Livin’

*Based on episode 1*

This chapter is brought to you by Sevyn Streeter- Livin’

S/N: Listen to the song first to get an idea/mood of the chapter.

Ahh the summertime! A time for fun in the sun, relaxation and to get your flirt on! For these islanders they’ll have all summer to do just that. Here on Love Island sexy singles will be flirting, dating and coupling up to find that special someone. One islander is actually on her way to the Villa, let’s check up on her now!

“Alright, this is it.” MaRyiah told herself as she sat in the car that was making its way to the Villa. This was a different experience for her, but after the past three years she had, she’s more than open to something new. As the driver continued driving to their destination, she continued texting her besties to ease her nerves.

Dani: OMG, I can’t believe you’re really doing this! Eek, this is so exciting!

MaRiyah: Lol, D you sound like you're on your way here!

Ebony: Chile, if I didn’t know any better I would’ve said she’s already there, lol!

Dani: Well someone has to hype our girl up! She’s literally going to be around some hot and sexy men all summer.

Ebony: You might want to calm down babe, you know Erik wouldn’t like you talking like this.

Dani: As long as I know where my loyalty is, Erik will be ok. Besides Miss Newlywed, you were just talking about how many men are gonna be all over her!

Ebony: Lol, you betta he’s my brother after all and no comment. Anyways, Ryiah, how are you feeling sis? I know this is gonna be new territory for you.

MaRyiah: If I’m being honest girls, my anxiety is getting the best of me right now.

Honestly, MaRyiah was a nervous wreck. Her heart was racing, her right leg was shaking, and her mind was in shambles. She’s never been one to put herself out there unless she had to; however, this time is different. She’s going on a reality show where her every move and comments will be filmed for the whole world to see, whether good, bad, or indifferent. Talk about pressure. And although she has overcome a lot of things, the opinions of others tend to get to her every now and then. Nevertheless, she’s a big girl and made a decision to sign up for the show. So now she’s gonna make it count.

Ebony: Babe, everything is gonna be ok! You can handle anything! Make sure you do your breathing exercises to calm those nerves.

Dani: Chica, you are the strongest person I know, especially after everything you’ve been through so don’t let this get to you! THIS should be a breeze.

She smiled. MaRyiah couldn’t be anymore blessed and fortunate to have these girls as her closest companions. Taking their advice, she closed her eyes and started her breathing exercise. Slowly she inhaled…exhaled…inhaled…exhaled. Inhaled through her nose, exhaled through her mouth. After a few more breaths she was calm.

MaRyiah: You girls are the best! I’m so glad I have y’all by my side. I hate that it’s not literal at this moment, though.

Dani: Ugh, ikr!

Ebony: But look on the bright side, at least you’ll still be able to stay in contact with us while there.

MaRyiah: That’s the only thing that’s making this experience bearable.

“Ms. MaRyiah, we are pulling up to the Villa.” Her chauffeur informed her as he began pulling up the driveway.

MaRyiah: Well girls, I’m pulling up now, any advice before I go?

Dani: In the name of Meg thee Stalli, have a Hot Girl Summer! But make sure it’s not too hot, we don’t want you burning down the Villa.

Ebony: Do not let any of these islanders get to you. If you aren’t feeling them, you are not obligated to be with them nor be nice to them. Also, don’t feel like you need to put all your eggs in one basket. Take your time and feel them out, your heart is precious and NO ONE has the right to play with it.

MaRyiah: What would I do without my lovely dating gurus/ besties?!

Dani: Starting your villain origin story!

MaRyiah: Lol, ANYWAYS, love you girls! XOXO, tell y’all hubbies I said hi and I’ll text y’all later.

Dani: Adios chica, love ya! Don’t have too much fun while you’re away and don’t try to replace us either! XOXO

Ebony: XOXO, love you too! And hey, you never know, they may have a surprise in store for you!

Before MaRyiah was able to ask Ebony what that last comment was about, the chauffeur was in front of the Villa. She grabbed her compact mirror and quickly checked on her appearance. She shaped her tightly coiled curls and rolled some lip gloss across her lips. Taking one last look at herself, she was satisfied with her appearance. As if on cue, the driver opened the door to the black SUV and helped her step out of the vehicle. Once out, she thanked the driver and took in the look and feel of the iconic Villa as he got her luggage out of the trunk.

“This may be an exciting summer after all.” She thought to herself as she embraced the idea. She took one deep breath and put on a brave smile.

“Alright, Ryiah, this is your time to step out. No more thinking or reminiscing on the past. This is a chance for new experiences and possibly new love. Take it, embrace it and live it!”

Once the chauffeur was done unloading her baggage and took it inside, he tipped his hat to her and got back inside the SUV and drove off. After taking one last look at the outside of the Villa, MaRyiah began walking towards it, ready to take on its challenges.

“Time to live and bet on myself again.”

Well looks like MaRyiah is ready for everything the Villa has to offer, even some new experiences! Little does she know though, there’s a surprise waiting for her that’s gonna make this summer much more eventful. Stay tuned for the next episode of what…Love Island!

Tags: @luckyqueenreign @future-mrs-suresh @squishy-noodles @0shewrites0 @fujihime-litg @orangecandi (lmk if you wanna be tagged)

#litg ff #litg fanfiction #litg fanfic #litg #litg mc #litg suresh #litg ex in the villa #litg s5

[coral-melon]

Hiya! I thought since i’ve never asked anyone before i would ask you! Could i get a match up? :3

My personality: (described best i can)

Im an ambivert, vv quiet and shy at first however when i get to know someone I’m very comfortable!! When i get excited about something i tend to talk louder by mistake, i am a massive people pleaser but i loveeee gift giving and just making stuff for people, i also do this thing where i end up watching the same shows on repeat but i never get sick of them.

Likes/dislikes:

i’m creative!! My artistic string suit is illustration :)) I play a lot of games however I’m terrible with fixing technology, i love baking!!! I love going and just being outside, and one of my favourite tv shows is ‘The walking dead’

I hate!!! Medical needles they are my worst irrational fear they just freak me out!!

Appearance:

(AFAB)

I’m 5’7, pale-ish (i don’t tan well =^=), brown hair with blue streaks at the front, i wear glasses.

I wear alternative-ish clothes (I’m British so i get called emo!)

Strength/weaknesses:

Im not too sure about this one =^=

I would like to say I’m a good person to rant to or if you need comfort in general anyone can talk to me!

Anddd probably the fact i tend to hold back how I’m feeling for the sake of not wanting to bother other people/make them feel bad

Other!

And i saw it was tagged with Obey me so i assume obey me match ups :3

Oh also no problem at all if you aren’t taking requests right now! I look forward to see your writing <3

-anon <3

Omg hi! You are the very first person to come by! :D

Thank you for taking the time to write this to me! My request are open, so feel free to submit anything✨

((Side note, you and I are very similar! ^^))

I’m sorry if you don’t end up liking who I match you with but I still hope you enjoy the hc I made for you!

I match you with…~

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𓏸𓈒 At first, your interactions were strained at first.. He can’t be caught lacking talking to some normie! He also believed that you looked like a very hard person to approach, so why even bother? He thought. You looked too cool normie to want to interact with him of all demons!

𓏸𓈒 He eventually learns that he’s in fact wrong, you end up listening to his ranting about how mammon owes him money and played along with his scheme. Many would’ve already dissed him by now. So maybe you aren’t that bad as he had originally thought..

𓏸𓈒 But lord have mercy, whatever sparked your interest that got you talking made him into an automatic simp! The way you just glow with such excitement has his heart pounding and attacking his chest.

𓏸𓈒 You two are one in the same. When both of you end up figuring out the same passions, you become an unstoppable duo. So much so that it sometimes becomes too much for the other brothers to handle.

𓏸𓈒 Levi also happens to rewatch so many of the things he has already watched more than ten times. For him, each time he does it feels better than the last time. So if you wanted to rewatch something you enjoyed, he’ll most definitely join you with no complaints. He also goes ahead and find different shows or movies that are similar to the ones you like. He’s an expert!

𓏸𓈒 Everything you make and create are a godsend to him. And if it’s for him??? He can die happily at any given moment. Will have a shrine of all the things; it’s hidden away in a safe place tho. Behind one of his bookshelves.

𓏸𓈒 He appreciates so much how you listens to everything he says, even if it’s the most mundane or trivial things. Or if it’s so major for him that he just needs to let everything out of his system. The way m you go back and forth with him and not make him feel less of a person. Makes him suddenly have to stop the conversation for a moment to calm himself down every now and then.

𓏸𓈒 He loves being able to play video games with you, and you’re always the first person he’ll tell whenever the new game he had ordered arrived. If you ever accidentally messed up your console or computer, he takes this as his chance to shine and show you just how useful he can be. If you praise him, his brain will crash and there’s no fixing that.. Worry not though! He’ll come back to his senses, just give him a week or so!

𓏸𓈒 But when playing games with him, you guys tend to lose track of time very often, so this meant you got scolded by Lucifer quite often.

𓏸𓈒 He has made it pretty clear that he doesn’t like going outside of his room, he’s a hermit crab after all! He can’t handle being outside of his room for no reason. But, he would feel very envious of the people you hung out with whenever you weren’t with him. He found ask you to come by his room but you obviously can’t stay there forever! Unless he lock you up

𓏸𓈒 You’re a very busy person, a lot cooler and more popular than him. So he’ll try to step out of his comfort zone to be around you more often. Though fails many, many times to just barge into a conversation like Mammon or Asmo does. He’d also ask you if you could accompany him to an event that’s going on. Anything to have your attention!

𓏸𓈒 Whenever you have an appointment that requires you to get shots taken, he’ll do his best to hide you in his room. But if Lucifer is demanding it, there’s not much he can do.. He’ll try his best to comfort you though!

𓏸𓈒 As awkward as he may be, he really enjoyed being with you and feels like he has been able to open up to you easily. So, he hopes you feel the same way with him. Being able to rely on him to tell your problems or worries to him. He doesn’t know how to comfort perfectly, but he’ll be there for you no matter what! You’re his #1 player and a Best friend to him! It’s the least he could do for everything you already do for him.

End

Omg, I hope this wasn’t bad..! It’s my first time doing this and I hope I didn’t disappoint too much (╥﹏╥)

But I had a lot fun making this for you. Ty for introducing yourself to me, anon! Take care and have a good rest of your day/night!✨

#-🍓 #obey me #obey me matchups #obey me headcanons #obey me requests

[savethevamps]

yeah boeing is honestly such a useless character. I really don't get all the "omg he's so messyyyy I love him" takes bc he hasn't really added anything to the show. It's obvious he was meant to cause drama but what has he done really? He manipulated mew for like half an episode but in the end now topmew are back together and stronger than ever lol. and I'm sure people will say "he was the last obstacle they needed" but he wasn't at all it was just unnecessary drama that ruined mew's character development. and with sandray it's obvious nothing is gonna come from it especially with it being the last episode. like what is he even gonna do that anyone is gonna care about? they either should've added him sooner OR come up with plotlines that didn't revolve around cheap drama but that's just my opinion.

I completely agree. Now with why people like him lol I think it’s because they thought he was only gonna fuck with Topmew. With the post I made yesterday, it was mostly just a vent but I actually do wish they would’ve done more with his character. I could understand him coming in to test the relationships but he’s doing it in the worst way by being this evil villain type of guy.

You’re so right about him ruining Mew’s development as well, they had him take so many steps backwards with that entire revenge plot thing. Like in what way are we supposed to believe Mew wants to do this again, when he literally just tried it and obviously didn’t like it? He says to Ray that he still loves Top and admits that he was just using him, and even apologized for it so why are we now supposed to believe he’d do it again? It took away from the progress that he’d made already and I can’t stand that cause Mew is such a good character.

There was a way they could’ve used Boeing for Topmew but they didn’t do that and it sucks. I would’ve loved if he was a genuine friend to Top and he could’ve given us more insight into how Top is. He could’ve given Mew advice and his perspective on everything and that would’ve worked better. I actually wanted him to bring up his relationship with Top and have a conversation with Mew about it yknow? Would’ve been super interesting to see.

There’s also a way they can use him with Sandray as well but I know they’re not gonna do it because they’ve watered him down to a cartoon villain who may as well start stroking his invisible mustache instead of pushing up his glasses. Ahem anyway…. I wanted him to come in and give Sand some closure, as well as some perspective about things. Like I wanted him to truly ask Sand about how he feels just in general and finally get Sand talking about something other than Ray and Ray’s feelings and issues.

Idk I just would’ve liked him to come in as someone who is neutral to the relationships between the couples, and offer them an objective (for the most part) listening ear where he can help them strengthen their relationships. I just don’t like this weird approach they’ve taken to this character, and he could’ve been introduced at any time to be honest as long as they had him do something even a little bit interesting.

Anyway anonie, thanks for the ask <3

#asked and answered #anonie

[moonndust]

chapter 20, 21 and 22 were something… (part 1)

(includes fire emblem engage spoilers)

only alear, kagetsu, alcryst and merrin survived the griss hide n seek level

and i vividly recall alcryst always dealing the final blow.

atp if alcryst dies in-battle then it’s fuckin over for all of us

alcryst died once at some point and i immediately went to the time crystal

he’s like my only maxed out character and i am not risking the chances of losing a wet towel of a menace

one crit and its all over for the enemy

kagetsu had like 8% crit chance and landed on like more than 10 crits in a row.

i like but also dislike the lack of characters in each cutscene. like wtf was everyone else doing when griss was talking to alear? they were clearly right there??? right???

then get his ass. sneak up on that bitch and STAB HIM IN THE GUT OR SMTH.

it’s that easy.

this game has so many plot holes. way too many that i can’t even think of one.

like half of the casualties in the plot could’ve been avoided if we used that damn time stone. framme was so fuckin right about using the time stone to stop florra port from getting destroyed. use your brains y’all!!! USE IT!!!

ik it would make the game like longer but still‼️

i didn’t understand a single thing in veyle’s backstory (i wasn’t paying attention to all the “tell don’t show” shit)

my opinion on marni drastically changed when she immediately switched up. it really felt rushed but i really like how her va portrayed marni’s feelings.

marni’s death was like witnessing a child getting disowned and killed right after

mauvier’s character is great‼️ he’s just bland‼️that’s all‼️

the battle was pretty easy ngl. alcryst (as always) landed the final blow on veyle.

the cutscenes were awkwardly put together ngl. like the cutscene where veyle is crying over alear’s dead body, vander and alfred are just 🧍

i mean ig it could work as a parallel cutscene to lumera’s death but still.

why tf were they just standing there. they were most likely standing in shock but at least make them closer to alear’s body or smth omg.

anyways

the writing is dogshit but i somehow nearly cried in some cutscenes. don’t ask why bc i don’t know either.

i’m blaming the god tier va work for that. they put so much effort for such a shitty script that it works.

zephia, ik you’re hot n all, but i am this close to throw hands at your ass

“we’re all family here.” THIS IS NOT THE FOUND FAMILY TROPE THAT I REMEMBER

mauvier was just there. ngl he did a lot of work in the battle but he also didn’t do much at the same time??

i’m not done w/ the chapter 22 battle yet but goddamn that’s a lot of cutscenes.

ngl it would’ve been fun to fight the corrupted + corrupted veyle as the units w/o alear. that was such a missed opportunity for a good challenge.

i like corrupted veyle’s voice better than her normal voice…

oh no they took away marth’s blue hair and pronouns 😨

they took away everyone’s colored hair and pronouns 😱

now they’re all red and pronounless 😢

i started the battle in chapter 22 w/o knowing that alear was the only one who could get the rings…

so my dumbass made alcryst waltz to lyn’s ring and i realized that i fucked up

had to use the time crystal and go back 2 turns to the very beginning

and replay the battle from scratch.

pandreo (once again) was a fuckin trooper and carried everyone

the emblem rings i assigned the everyone was lowkey random but i let the ai do it for me since i am a lazy fuck

so there was uhhhh alear/roy, alcryst/lyn, kagetsu/lucina, pandreo/corrin (later changed to micaiah), seadall/byleth, rosado/eirika (changed to corrin), clanne/celica, zelkov/eirika, alfred/sigurd, merrin/leif (originally ike) and timerra/ike

i sorta did change timerra’s class to picket pretty late so she kinda died in almost everything but its ok i still love her

i wanted to play around w/ the change class mechanic on the benched units i had (i wanted to give diamant exposure therapy through sage class)

i actually have a good strategy that i didn’t even get to use and i’m pissed.

this is just a one shot alcryst centered strategy. 1) make alcryst engage w/ lyn and dispel doubles, 2) pandreo uses rescue and teleports alcryst close to him n seadall, 3) seadall uses dance on alcryst, 4) astra storm that bitch w/ those sweet chain attacks‼️

this could also help w/ lucina’s all for one skill.

seadall’s dance was a life saver in every battle.

alcryst, kagetsu pandreo and merrin are the biggest carries in my team atm

alear is just… there

in conclusion? always take out the villain when they least expect it.

griss in post-battle chapter 20 telling alear the big fell dragon thing? get his ass from behind.

hyacinth just standing there at chapter 10? pop his old bones

when sombron appeared before alear died? just yank the helmet off of veyle’s head. marni cracked it ffs.

oh yeah and use the time crystal like your life depended on it plot wise.

#－★．moonndust #fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe engage #fe17 #fire emblem engage spoilers #spoilers #fire emblem alear #fire emblem alfred #fire emblem clanne #fire emblem alcryst #fire emblem kagetsu #fire emblem seadall #fire emblem pandreo #fire emblem merrin #fire emblem timerra #fire emblem vander #fire emblem four hounds #fire emblem veyle #fire emblem zelkov #fire emblem rosado #there’s too many characters i mentioned and i’m too lazy to name them all… #moon gets her shit wrecked in engage #← this will be my engage rambles tag from now on #bc im probably gonna ramble more abt this stupid game

[11271976-07142023]

Part of my newly found happiness is knowing you’re not hurting anymore. I never wanted you to leave, to ‘end’, but I very much wanted your pain and suffering to leave, to end. It’s a relief, that you’re no longer going through that. I felt your relief when you came out of your body. I can’t ever forgot that feeling. Ever. It was something I never imagined I’d ever feel/experience. You gave that to me, somehow. I know I was the only one in that room to feel/experience it. It made me happy🥰. Hence why I was the only one smiling, with no tears. I was puzzled, bc I looked around like, omg did y’all feel that?! 😃! Butno. Nobody else did. They were looking at me puzzled. 🙃🙃🙃. You were still there, my love. In me, maybe ? I dunno but you were still very much going. One day I’ll experience what you did. I do hope to see you again. You haven’t been in my dreams. Not since the ugly dream. Of you fading in and out, and Canada falling in love with some new Pisces woman who was very much Andrea. Haha 🔪🔪🔪. I know I’ve been a fool. For too long. But you’d say he’s the fool. You have said that. You said fuck him. He doesn’t deserve me. You right.

I miss you. Holidays are not the same without you. I would’ve wanted you here with me. I wouldn’t have went back home if you were here w me. Bc it was always like, eh, we have each other, & that’s all you and I ever needed. I’m missing a part of myself, Kurtis. It’s best we had not lived together. It’s best we lived parted. It was drawn out that way bc this is all I could handle. I was partially weened from you. It’s probably why you couldn’t speak to me, either. Bc …that was all that you and I could handle.

I’ve been a wreck. A happy depressed sad wreck ?¿ I’ll get better. I left Fish outside of the cage bc he was sleeeeping on the carpet. I don’t think he’s going to try to come up here. I love that Calliope stood down with him♥️. She did that last night as well, but he was in his kennel then. She can’t lose her big poppa rn. I’ll try to extend his life as much as I can, if it’s what he wants, which so far, it has been what he’s wanted. You.. you were a little different lol I was the only reason you were fighting. And I’m certain even then you were questioning it. You knew as well as I did that you were coming here. We would have never left each other alone. And ppl can talk and assume their reasons, but nobody else mattered. Especially their idiotic reasons. You could’ve had so many other women. Women/girls 🙃. Cute girls. Small girls. Hot girls. But no, you still wanted Miss Piggy lolll. Definitely not putting myself down, just bein silly.

I’m not going to rush to leave. I’ll leave when it feels right. As I do w everything. You comin with? Help me drive? 🙂♥️. I miss our road trips. Even though we’d be at each others throats near the end lol.

I’ve loved. I’ve been loved. And it was all true. And if it doesn’t happen again, I’d be fine with that.

Do me a favor? Halp Fishy stay downstairs to rest with MsKittyCalliope? That kennel thing.. I understand why, but he’s better off outside of it bc nobody wants to lie next to their potty 24/7 lol no matter how many times I swap it out lol that litter is just so messy and it’s impossible to keep tidy. Him restin on the carpet is okay. I shoulda put him a blanky but I didn’t think. He could pull the one from the couch down. I’m not going back down there again rn. I don’t want to wake him. I should sleep. I’ll shower and pack my bag in the morning. Minimal bag. Lazy clothes. Probably no makeup bag either. I just want to go for one day then come back the next bc mommas gotta make some $, & Fishy needs to be home. I don’t want to hear it from my family. They’re lucky I’m even making the trip out there, especially for just a day. Maybe day & a half.. I’d like to get my nails done out there & get a pedi done 👀. ..haha. I’ll think about it. Only if I feel up to it, Kurtis. I’ll have to research prices lol I am keeping some, duh, you know that, I just don’t know which. I’ll know when I see everything. But I know you’d want me to sell some to make $ lol heck, you were trying to sell them, too. Maybe. I ain’t makin promises. I also am not looking forward to what ppl have to say if they see that I am but you right, fuck them. Nothing I do is anybody’s goddamn business. Just yours and you already know. And I can feel you encouraging me lol still doesn’t mean I’ll do it.. lol lie with me, will ya? Scratch my .. no loll not my back this time, for once. Scratch ma fat head. And call me Baby. Like you would do. Tell me you love me. I never ever got tired of hearing it. I could have said it more. I’m learning. I hid a lot of love for you. I regret that. I am sorry. I hope you know now how much I loved you/how much I do love you still.

[bootlegfrank]

I got that picky eater autism the way I don’t even know what food those things you mentioned are DDDDD: you like them so they must be good asf hehehe cooking for me would be fun bc there’s sm stuff I haven’t tried!! My favorite type of food is Italian probably and (this is so fucking stereotypical of me) I really love burgers and fries and steak😭😭😭😭😭 I’m going to ask the stupidest question okay do you guys have Olive Garden? I’m not asking because I think its peak Italian food rather I’m curious if you guys have it hehehe OMG THE HUMAN MEAT THING HAHWJWJDHD you being unhinged towards me I love it<333 I know you tell me to not hold back but you better not be either okay;) I’m actually really sensitive when it comes to taste like I can tell when things are off so I would know something is off, but I don’t think I would suspect it’s human meat but knowing you maybe I actually would. Your eagerness STOPPPPPP JUST LIKE HANNIBAL and just like Hannibal, you know a lot about human meat cooking AKAKSJDJDJDJ HOW DID YOU LEARN ALL OF THIS? I find it very interesting though, so thank you for sharing hehehe SEE that’s why we love Hannibal and Will they’re fucking insane together<33333333 they’re making me so much worse it’s bad LMFAO I’m so unhinged now kill me before it gets worse

DAMN RIGHT THEY SHOULDNT MESS WITH YOU<3333 PLAYFIGHT WITH ME!!!! I haven’t in so long JUST NO BREAKING MY GLASSES if someone broke my glasses when I play fought with them, I think I’d actually murder them props to you for not doing that ALSO SAME people underestimate my ability as well when it comes to play fighting >:)))))) OH YEAHHHH I kick hard as fuck too hehehe OOOOO you thought about me while reblogging that?????????? AaaaaahHhhHhhajajshdhdh that makes me so !!!!!!!!! I love that you thought about me while reblogging something:] my cute lil vampire<33333 ribs are cool!!! I saw this wild gif the other day of like…the organs expanding in there I was like 👁️ I’m so disconnected from the idea that these organs are in me like the other day I was like (PLS DONT ROAST ME THIS SOUNDS DUMB) “oh my God there’s literally a skeleton inside me right now. What the fuck” I swear I have this realization every couple of months, freak out and then forgot about it until I freak out over it again BAHAHAHAHA it’s such a weird thought to me. Awee nooooo it’s so hot there you must be excited though bc it’ll be colder soon!!! And then you can wear your more elaborate fits:] I think all of yours are cool baby even the more “basic” ones you probably look so good in your oversized band tees<3333

I’m glad you liked it so much;) Of course you do you’re perfect<33333 and all mine<333333333 Look at you being so good for me and knowing you belong to me. That’s better<33333 Damn I should’ve stopped holding back my possessiveness ages ago fuck haha if I knew you liked it like this I would’ve goddamn. You know tonight I was thinking about you again (let’s be real when am I not) and I was thinking about how I want you to ruin me until I can’t think straight. I had my shirt in my mouth and I realized later that I bit hard on it without even realizing hehe there was this big bite mark on the shirt WKQJWJSHDHDHDH like you could see the teeth n everything it was crazy I didn’t realize I was biting that hard oops >.>

Hehe I've got picky eater autism too, but that's why I love cooking so much, I get to decide exactly what is in my food! I'd love to introduce you to new foods! I can make you some delicious Italian gnocchi <3 I loove me a good home-made hamburger too, me and my housemate make the most delicious hamburgers, she gets to put her hands in the ground beef and mix everything together while I tip the ingredients in x) It's not a stupid question! Olive Garden isn't a thing here, but many American fast food chains don't exist here :( (We don't have Wendy's cuz there's one singular restaurant in the country that trademarked the name before Wendy's could xD That restaurant is also a front for a weed shop btw) Hehe I promise I won't hold back either cutie <3 I've always been morbidly curious about cannibalism, but I started researching it in earnest for my Serial Killer Cannibal Frank fic. I've got some graphics saved, but most of my 'knowledge' is just me extrapolating information I know about cooking other meats hehe. Human is very similar to pork in the way that it's prepared and how the fat renders down and such, so all you need is to compare human cuts of meat to where those cuts would exist on a pig and take the fat content and muscle denseness into account :] They're sooooo insane together and I fucking love it, not enough characters get to be insane like that <33

Yesss I wanna playfight with you, see how much strength you've got in that cute little body of yours <3 I won't break your glasses if you don't break mine xD I think about you a lot hehe, whenever I see something that reminds me of you <3 Ohhfuck that gif sounds so cool! Yeah it's kinda insane to think about what's going on inside of you. I got kind of a slap in the face the other day while I was talking to people who stopped taking biology somewhere in high school, cuz they didn't realise there's a different fluid between your cells than blood. They thought your body is just kind of a blood sack, and I don't think I could live with having that little knowledge of what's going on underneath my own skin haha. It's so so soooo hot :(( I'm sweaty and ill every day because of the heat :( Can't wait for it to be winter so I can think about you cuddling me to keep warm-- and another methods to keep warm ;) <3

All yours, baby <3 Just like you're all mine <3 I'd love to ruin you, want you to be delirious, can't think straight, can't even say proper words <33 You're so cute with that bitemark on your shirt <33 If I'd put my fingers in your mouth would you bite down on them like that too? Leave me a nice little mark to run my fingers over and look at? You'd be the cutest all ruined by me like that, with your pretty noises for me and pretty eyes looking up at me, do you think I could make you cry, cutie? I bet you'd look so pretty. I'd wipe away your tears after we're all done and taste them, I want every part of you <3

#i dont usually get the chance to answer you so early in the day <33 #asks