#if you don’t fail you’re gonna play a boring character

[gh0stsp1d3r]

I have a suggestion for Teenagers: you and Hobie are tasked with taking care of MayDay since Peter B. is out with MJ. The rest is up to you!

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐏𝐭 𝟏𝟔

It was the second time that you and Hobie have watched Mayday, she seemed to like you both a lot and you were the first people Peter came to.

“Hey, Miguel. Sorry to barge in here, but is y/n around?”

“She’s in her room.” Miguel muttered, laying down on the couch as he stared at the TV.

“You alright, man?” Peter walked over to him, Mayday on his shoulder.

“I’m fine.”

“That’s not how someone who’s fine says I’m fine.”

“I’m fine.”

He was not fine. He thought you were growing up too fast, since he caught you both the other day making out and grinding on each other. Keeping his mouth shut and not saying anything cause he respected you both, and then your powers are back and he was scared.

He didn’t know what to do, Miguel O’Hara for once did not know what to do.

“Alright..” Peter said, going into your room.

He knocked on the door, mayday copying him.

“Come in.” You said, peter opened the door to Hobie sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth, your controller in hand as you sat cross cross apple sauce on the bed.

“Peter? What’s up?” You said.

“I was wondering if you could watch Mayday for a few hours. Me and Mj are going on a date and-“

“Oh sure! We’d love to!” You smiled as he handed you a backpack and Mayday.

You smiled at her as she reached her hands out for you, then she looked at Hobie was put the game down.

“We’re gonna have so much fun, ain’t that right?” Hobie said, Grabbing Mayday and smiling at her.

“Alright, well I gotta get going. I’ll see you guys. Thank you so much, I’ll pay you guys later-“

“Don’t worry bout’ it.” Hobie said.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” You said.

“Thank you. Bye.” He said, and left. He glanced at Miguel on the couch, drinking a bottle of vodka.

“Y’Know Miguel…”

“What?” He groaned and turned to Peter.

“You have a good daughter. You should be proud.” He said, and then opened the door and left.

“Alright, May, whatcha wanna do?” Hobie said, as she crawled around on the bed.

She babbled as Hobie spoke, and she smiled when you started to tickle her, laughing.

You laughed at her when she grabbed the controller, and started to press the buttons. Hobie and you both watched in amusement as she played the game.

“Look, you’re playin’ as your uncle Hobie.” He joked, as she moved the character back and fourth.

She climbed onto the walls soon after she got bored of that, and climbed onto the ceiling. Hobie quirked an eyebrow as he climbed up there with her, just to make sure she was safe.

You shook your head at them, and laughed when Hobie failed to catch her, because as soon as he reached her, she hung upside down on a web. Hobie copied her, and you grabbed mayday quickly.

You looked at Hobie “Make sure all your blood doesn’t go to your brain.” You said, laughing when he shrugged, still hanging upside down.

He laughed as well as he got down. He sat on the floor with you and Mayday and ruffled the both of your guys hair, you both laughed at him.

After a while, you went to go take a shower, you brought your clothes in the bathroom so you could change in there instead.

You glanced at Miguel, on the couch, drinking himself away. You frowned to yourself and just went to the bathroom.

After the shower, you walked into Hobie and Mayday talking. He was trying to get her to take a nap.

“The cow says moo, and the butterfly.. well, the butterfly don’t say nothin’ and the pig says-“

“Oink?” You said, watching him from the doorway.

“Nah, the pig says you have the right to remain silent.”

Mayday gave him a weird look. And you just laughed and rolled your eyes. Mayday yawned and her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes closed.

Hobie grabbed a small blanket, that you and him used for a picnic once, and tucked her in with it.

You smiled at him, he went onto the floor and sat with you. You put your head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

“I love you.” You mumbled, and he looked at you.

“I love you too.” He kissed your forehead.

You both just sat in silence, growing tired and falling asleep with your head on him.

Miguel stumbled through the halls, and peaked into your room. The door was kept open, like he had asked.

With the bottle in his hand, he looked on the bed and then looked at you asleep on Hobie.

He shut his eyes, and he sat on the wall outside your door. He screwed his eyes shut, and his tears started to fall. He put the bottle next to him, and quietly buried his face into his knees.

The bottle next to him was oh so tempting in this moment. He looked at it, and took a large swig. He would most definitely be hungover in the morning.

Lyla appeared next to him, ready to alert him about a new anomaly, before she spotted him. She sat there for a while, and then disappeared.

He made his way to this room, staring into the distance and thinking.

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𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫

𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝟏𝟖+

𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥-𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙧, 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙚𝙭 + 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣/𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚!, & 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨.

𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 (hot cocoa) 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺.

merry christmas lovelies!! im so late with this! (very late) happy new years!

you squealed as you finished off the rest of the decorations for your annual christmas party you’d plan.

rhea wasn’t feeling it at all, she wasn’t even in the “holly jolly” spirit this year. maybe because she couldn’t spend it with her family this year, which personally upset you…but you had a surprise.

“rhea!” you yelled as she came down the stairs a few seconds later, walking straight past you, with a unpleasing look on her face, plopping on the couch, grabbing the remote.

“why aren’t you dressed? our guests are gonna be here soon!” you exclaimed, nudging her, but failed extremely.

“your guests. not mines.” rhea corrected, wanting the whole ordeal to be over with it.

you frowned, sitting on her lap as you wrapped your arms around her neck.

“stop acting like that. i know you don’t wanna hear this but…i do have a surprise for you.” you smiled, as her facial expression changed, her playing with your pantyline through your costume…that she personally picked out.

“can i have it now?” rhea smirked, pulling you closer, as you squealed, hopping up.

“no…but, you can if you do this one favor for me.” you smiled, rhea rolling her eyes, before sighing.

“ill go get dressed.” rhea huffed lowly, making you squeal. but it wasn’t the only surprise.

you got her sister to come, someone she’s been dreading to see for the longest.

you couldn’t wait to see her face for this special surprise.

rhea came back shortly, with a purple santa hat, but her regular clothes, smirking as she knew you wouldn’t like the hat.

“demi.” you face-palmed her, shaking your head at her hat, finishing the rest of the punch bowl, sliding rhea her hot chocolate.

“im not changing, i look pretty damn good.” rhea smiled as she kept her character face on, slyly smirking.

“you’re gonna be in character the whole time?” you said, shaking your head.

“yup.” rhea carelessly said, popping the ‘p’ before hearing knocking on the door, causing her to roll her eyes.

you shook your head at her grumpy mood, knowing she didn’t like none of your friends, just very anti-social of her, that’s how she naturally was. she hated parties.

you turned around, gaining an idea.

you looked in the jar where packs of seasonings where, pulling out powered viagra, before sprinkling it in her hot cocoa, stirring it.

you decided to spice up the mood, but not a lot, so she wouldn’t be that horny…like dry humping you in front of people.

teasing her throughout the party.

rhea opened the door, before blankly staring, seeing some of my friends walk in, but a big smile flooded her face and she hugged her sister, making me smile from the kitchen.

“merry christmas baby.” you smiled, as rhea ran to you, picking you up, causing you to squeal.

“thank you.” she kissed you all over your face, before placing you down, her mood lightening up a bit.

you gave rhea her hot cocoa, before she smiled, walking away to talk to her sister, smirking to yourself.

let it begin.

a hard 30 minutes passed as you opened gifts, walking around greeting your friends, as her sister left, rhea was left alone bored.

but grew horny by the minute.

chuckling to herself, trying to control her impulsive movements, as her legs heaved up and down, trying her best not to run to you and rip off your costume in front of everything.

even though she didn’t care who watched.

rhea sat at the table, close by where it was closeted off, in a corner, as she eyed you up and down, just fighting the urge to grab you up.

she felt herself get horny by the minute the more she watched you.

you felt that cold stare from her, smirking as you faked dropped a napkin in your hand, before bending over, slowly picking it up, causing rhea to groan in defense, shifting in the chair again.

“fuck.” rhea tried to moan lowly, luckily the crowd of people were loud.

bottoming out? is it really happening?

rhea didn’t like when you pleasured her, she would only finish herself off..on her own. to keep her power, knowing she was always in charge, not you.

and it frustrated you.

so you could easily bottom her out just by your actions.

your sexy actions took a toll on rhea as she watched you for a hard 10 minutes, just refusing to put up with your game you were playing…

she didn’t care how she got horny…she just wanted to fuck the daylights outta you.

and quickly.

you smirk as you sat next to rhea by the closeted off table, looking at her hiding her red, now sweaty face.

it’s like she’s struggling to get herself off…just with no penetration.

she wanted to feel you bounce on her just one time…just stuff her strap inside of you..with no avail, just watch you bounce.

the pleasure she could just get off of friction? could make her cum by itself.

“you’ve been sitting here for some time rhea, what’s wrong?” you innocently asked, batting your eyes at her, as she mentally moaned at your voice…how she could fuck up your throat.

“rhea?” you called, as she darted her eyes at you, seeing more people weren’t paying attention to you both.

“get over here and sit on my lap.” rhea demanded, looking at me, just biting holes inside of me as her leg heaved up and down.

just itching…

she could fuck me up. real bad.

“why?-” you started, feeling her get more aggressive at you being disobedient and questioning her request.

“ill fuck you dumb, right here…right now. now y/n.” rhea demanded, grabbing your arm before you sat on her lap, squealing at her grip.

“rhea i have party guests to tend to-” you quietly got cut off, her slightly bending you over the table, yanking your skirt up, slapping your ass, holding in a moan that could draw attention.

“shut up.” rhea mumbled, as you heard a zipper unzip, slowly turning around, revealing she had a strap in her pants…wtf.

“don’t act surprised.” rhea grabbed your neck, pulling you back, causing you to gasp.

“you’ve been teasing me all fuckin’ night darlin’. i should’ve fucked you in front of your friend…y/f/n? hm? bending over in front of her…like a attention needy slut you are.” rhea growled inside of your neck, keeping her hand choked right in front of you, causing you to tense up…mnm

you clamped a moan as her hand slapped over your mouth, before lifting you up, causing you to gasp at you sinking down straight on her strap…feeling every inch of you clench onto it…just being stretched out.

“r-rhea…” you softly moaned, gripping onto the table, slowly, as you felt your hips being grabbed on.

“hm? what is it?” rhea kissed along my neck once again, slowly bouncing you up and down, throwing your head back as you could cause a scene with that loud…graphic moans you could possibly yell out.

“mhm—oh shit-” rhea heard you loudly squeal before slapping her hand around your mouth, her slightly moving her body, causing her to have enough room to thrust if she wanted.

“too loud. one scream and ill fuck you loud enough for them to hear.” rhea growled, slightly thrusting, some moans coming from her end.

the friction collided with her slightlt thrusting and sitting there, she felt everything on her lower half & the friction was too much…but just right for her.

on the other end, you bit on your finger, your facial expressions gave up everything, but nobody could see what was going on.

“grind on me…slowly princess. make me cum..right there.” a hot groan came from rhea, struggling to off herself.

“r-rhea i can’t d-do that…im gonna be t-too loud…” you choked out, barely above a moan before rhea gripped your hips, making it impossible for us to escape even if i tried, as rheas moans and pants got louder, just with her leaning over in my ear.

“you did this shit on purpose…so take it. you got it…cmon, im almost there.” rhea kissed and moaned along my neck, feeling her slightly grind my hips faster, digging her nails inside of them before she loudly moaned in my ear, her panties just wet. just full wet.

“i need a fucking shower.” rhea thought. slightly embarrassed she just practically cummed her panties, but it was from you…so it washed away.

rhea moved you aside, helping you on your wobbly legs before you tried standing up, soonly stumbling…but you didn’t get to finish…you weren’t quite as done as she…was.

“i can’t even walk!” you exclaimed at rhea, rolling your eyes before she smirked…still with an high sex drive to burn…how long does that stuff last?

“who’s fault is that?” rhea chuckled, grabbing some napkins, leaning down and cleaning the seat.

“i hate you.” you rolled your eyes, this limp is so noticeable…ugh.

“hurry up, get rid of them…when i get out the shower…you better be naked. or ill come down here and fuck you in front of these people myself.” rhea dared, looking back at you before slapping your ass, walking off.

you rolled your eyes…but you didn’t turn that down…

im gonna be paralyzed…this ain’t even it.

(this is so late, but i hope i made up for it…☹️) - ps, message me if you wanna be on the tag list for when i post!

did i do well y’all? 👉🏾👈🏾

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[pinkandpurple360]

I get that afterglow is a thing, and that would explain why Blitz initially took the photo of him and Stolas cuddling, but it doesn't explain why he would keep it.

It also doesn't explain why he would be so upset over Stolas' shame at Ozzie's and rejecting him. If Blitz didn't care about Stolas, he absolutely would not be shedding tears over the matter. The Blitz you've conjured in your head would be jumping for joy to get the "owl pervert" off his ass, not depressed over the matter that he doesn't mean more to him.

And you hand-waving his complex feelings away with just "Oh, he's playing pretend to cope" does not explain it at all.

The Blitz you've conjured in your head

Why you little—

Pictured: Is the image Blitz was really shedding tears over..stolas? Cause he really likes stolas..?

You sure about that? God the twins are so precious here🥺

“He’s playing pretend to cope” literally is the story. That’s like…the entire theme of stolas speaks as well. Both of them are. Pretending pirates, bodyguard, best friends, knight in shining armour. Etc. Until stolas goes back to Via and Blitz goes back to his own family. Trying to mix the two, also clearly, fails. Those are the complex feelings at play. Blitz hoards memories. Good and bad. And it’s all stolitz stans claiming stolas reminds him of Fizz, based on strong evidence, not me. I never saw that until they pointed it out. But it’s definitely there.

All of this has been fake, a play date he entered once as a trafficked child so he could help his mom, and now as an adult with begrudging sex with stolas so he and his family can have access to the living world. I know Viv is apparently forcing it into a romance, somehow, but up until now this has made perfect sense. I probably won’t even recognise the blitz we see in the next episode, and if you need to break all the characters and the plot continuity, ditch the pilot and do constant damage control on Twitter to silence people all for a ship, there’s probably a reason ^^;

The fondness can easily be explained as seeing him as someone to protect and someone who will prop up his ego when everyone else is calling him out and he runs away from them towards someone who applauds everything he does. That’s not even the subtext it’s just the literal text.

“You don’t want to do things alone blitzø”

“You’re gonna die alone”

“Im gonna die alone aren’t I”

??? Hello??? Im not basing this on nothing? Attaching himself to an abusive man to cope because everything til now has been bad.

But how can he stick to that when the Goetia family situation he eventually starts to blame himself for, can’t just be discarded. His daughter needs him and how could Blitzø allow himself to come between a father and daughter?

I know this is kinky bdsm and everything but, damn. And if that’s your thing, fine. Enjoy it I guess?

But wow. Is it disgusting to the rest of us. Not to mention mean spirited too. Like the more I think about it the worse it gets. Poor Octavia. Lots of things gross me out. Especially the circus flags in his car.

Stolas has been sexualising blitz since blitz was only about what? seven, eight? years old? On a stage?

This scene. Braces himself for stolas propositioning him yet again. Then cries when stolas dared to ask him to come inside privately after everything he just did to him publicly, including trying to run away, and then hiding his face away from him.

It’s like when he does something nice for him like drive him home “it’s because he secretly loves him” but I’d bet if he didn’t drive him home I’d have to listen to “it’s because he loves him and can’t stand being too close unless he loses himself and kisses him”

I don’t know man, maybe public humiliation and public rejection in front of almost everyone important in your life is bad, no matter who does it to you? Seeing, ‘someone’ to you that you are scared to see, seeing your ex humiliate you, seeing your employees have what you wish you could have, but be stuck with a boring stiff like stolas who you have less than zero chemistry with?

“So uh. How did you kill them?”

“Uh. Bullets?”

“Right. Right.”

😐

Um. And the other one is

“What can’t you memorise your fuckin spells?” Seriously there’s no way he didn’t just want blitz to stay in his imp form

“Oh and your memory is so great, what’s his phone number?”

“Fuck you”

“Exactly”

😐

But especially a guy you didnt want to ask out, but did begrudgingly, to use his class privilege, but then that same class privilege hits back at you? No wonder that stung.

Where’s the love here? seriously….stolas even dresses up like a character he saw on TV. Does it get more on the nose than that?

Even the words to not pretend what they have is anything but stolas wanting sex is directed at himself as well. And it really can’t be anything else. He’s never pursued him consensually, the only time he’s shown attraction was in seeing stars which hardly makes any sense since he was in human form and blitz has always found humans ugly. And even if he starts consenting this late, it’s already far too late. Stolas wanted an escape from his family duties, while blitz has never had the opportunity to forget his. Even if he follows him on Instagram and laughs when he jokes about amputation or about wives splitting their heads open. The rest of the room is silent.

Lastly uh…he’s doing fine? All season he’s been his normal self, sometimes upbeat, sometimes angry, sometimes flirty, meeting new people, trying to find Barbie, helping moxxie with his family, (kinda lol) reconnecting with Fizz. He’s even on good terms with Asmodeus now. Stolas who?

#helluva boss critical #please don’t take the meme seriously btw #I’m the equivalent of a lemme at em s

[crazychaoticizzy]

TRACK 2: The Bends

Following their high school careers, the original five in the band Heart Attack begin rising through the ranks. Despite their slow ascent to success, they make it in the end. Even with everything that went wrong.

EREN X READER X JEAN

CONTENT: multipart fic, rock band au, slow burn (I mean it), love triangle, angst, mentions of drinking, violence, blood, mentions of guns, major character death

WORD COUNT: 11.6k

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<< previous part

EREN: I brought it up in my mom’s garage when we were all freshmen, I think. We were all playing a game together and Mikasa came in. I wanted to do it then because all of us were there, and it had been forever since we’d all been in the same spot so when would we get that chance again?

Armin, I remember, seemed super reluctant. I don’t know if money was a problem though, or if he genuinely didn’t want to do it. I never found out, either.

ARMIN: Yeah, I wanted to do it, it sounded fun. But as a hobby. I didn’t want to do it often. Eren wanted to turn it into a career, and . . . I just couldn’t do that.

JEAN: The problem with the idea was we were all dirt poor. Eren was the only one living with a family that wasn’t working their asses off to make ends meet or living paycheck to paycheck because his dad was a doctor.

ARMIN: We brought that up. I told him, “Not everyone can do what they want on a whim.” It was the end of that conversation, but on my sixteenth birthday a week later, Eren had rented me an acoustic guitar.

CONNIE: After that, we all knew that we were doing this, whether we wanted to or not.

Armin groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. He hated this. He hated coming to Eren’s house every single day when he could be working and trying to help his grandfather get out of debt.

Eren was explaining how to play the chords to him (since when did he know how to play?), but Armin wasn’t listening. He stared at Eren’s hands with an absent expression as they moved, switching dates he could work around in his head and running through the long list of assignments due in his mind.

He swore he was going to die of stress before he even turned eighteen.

“Dude, if I’m boring you just say that.”

Armin hummed, moving his gaze to Eren’s face and the teasing smile that played on his lips. “What?”

“You’re spacing out. Didn’t know I was that uninteresting.”

Armin took a moment to process Eren’s words before shaking his head. “Sorry. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Oh.” Eren dropped his hands from the guitar’s neck. “Something wrong?”

Armin shook his head, running a hand over his face and through his hair. “Just tired.”

The day before had been one of the rare days where Armin didn’t need to be at Eren’s house. He’d worked the entire afternoon, switching jobs at about 6:30 before going home after midnight.

But after he returned home he remembered the pile of class work he needed to catch up on and ended up passing out at his desk without making a dent in it.

His days had started blurring together. He couldn’t remember anything taught in class and his reaction time to things was getting slower and slower the longer he went without sleep.

He hated everything.

“Do you need help with your work? I could do it for you.” Eren put the guitar to the side, leaning closer to Armin.

Armin took a second to respond before shaking his head. “No. I don’t want your failing ass to tarnish my perfect grade.”

“Well that perfect grade is gonna get bad at the rate you’re doing things anyway.” Eren paused. “Sorry.”

Armin waved him off. “It’s fine. It’s whatever.” He groaned and laid back on the concrete floor. It was cold, and Armin thought this must have been the best thing to ever happen to him.

He let his eyes close for a minute. Or two. He wanted to sleep, and at that moment nothing could have felt more comfortable than the hard floor beneath him.

Eren shoved Armin’s arm, making him hum in irritation and open his eyes. Armin turned his head, finding that Eren was now lying beside him.

“What?”

“I’m serious, Armin. Do you need help? Even if I’m not the one to do it, I’m sure one of the guys would be happy to.”

Armin shook his head, waving Eren off. “It’s fine. I’ve been thinking about dropping out anyway.”

“What?” Eren sat up, hands squeezing his knees as he looked down at Armin. “Why?”

“It’s just too much. My grandpa’s behind on payments and he got an eviction notice the other day. He tried hiding it, but you know him.”

Eren nodded. He knew that Thomas Arlert was holding onto the last strands of health he had for Armin’s sake. The old man tended to have things slip from his mind easily, so what likely happened was that Thomas hid the eviction notice and forgot where he’d placed it, making him ask Armin without thinking.

“We can help you guys out.”

Armin shakes his head. “We’re fine, Eren. I have it under control.”

What Eren wanted to tell Armin was that he shouldn’t need to have it under control. He wanted to tell Armin that he should be living, not struggling to scrape by. He wanted to tell Armin that he didn’t need to do everything by himself.

But Eren had said all those things before, in one way or another. Some of them he had said more than once. But every single time, Armin shot him down. It was clear to Eren that Armin didn’t want help.

That never stopped him from offering, though.

“Okay. But if you ever need help you know we’ll help you.”

Armin hummed in acknowledgement, closing his eyes again. Eren didn’t say anything else. Instead, he got up to put the guitar back in its box and left Armin on the floor. Eren walked into his house to retrieve a thin blanket, walking back out to gently place it over Armin’s sleeping form.

Eren walked back into his house, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he propped open the garage door and sat at the dining room table. He could see Armin’s golden hair from where he sat, and he held his phone up to his ear as it rings.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, Armin’s thinking about dropping out.”

Jean was silent on the other line. “What?”

Eren made a sound of affirmation. “He said he and his grandpa are about to get evicted.”

Eren heard Jean silently curse. He heard the rustling of blankets and another questioning voice that sounded suspiciously like Marco. “Is he seriously thinking about doing that? What about wanting to be valedictorian?”

Eren shrugged as if Jean could see him. “I don’t know, Jean. But he’s on the brink of failing anyway, so I don’t think he’d reach that goal even if he stayed in school.”

Jean huffed. Eren heard more rustling and the soft clanking of metal. “Alright. I’ll call Connie. See if we can scrape something together to help out.”

Eren nodded. He didn’t say anything else for a moment, just listening to the soft shuffling around coming from Jean’s end. Again, he heard a voice that sounded a lot like Marco’s, but he didn't comment on it. Something inside of him always said they were more than friends.

Jean’s voice finally came through again. “Okay, I’ll call Connie now.”

“Okay.”

The call fell silent. Eren expected Jean to hang up, but when he didn’t, he lowered his phone to press the red button before Jean spoke again.

“Armin’s gonna be okay, okay? We’re all gonna be okay.”

Eren nodded. “I hope so.”

Another moment of silence followed before it became so suffocating Eren had to hang up. He sighed, standing up from the table and walking up the stairs to retrieve his headphones from his room.

He got a text from Marco moments later. Marco had sent multiple photos of his schoolwork for Eren to copy down onto Armin’s papers. After digging through his bag, Eren found the assignments organized neatly in a folder and started copying everything down.

While he was at it, he tried to improve his own grades.

—

Armin dropped out two months later

He didn’t tell anyone. He simply stopped showing up to school. He stopped going over to Eren’s house, and he tried his absolute best to avoid everyone.

He didn’t want them to be disappointed, especially after they had done so much to help him.

The Arlert’s finances were better. They were no longer living paycheck to paycheck or were behind on any payments, but at what cost? Armin spent all of his free time working, picking up whatever hours he could at his three jobs and accepting the occasional offer of whatever people needed him to do in exchange for money. He had no more social life and no time for himself. When he wasn’t working, he was sleeping.

It seemed like he had completely abandoned his friends. But one day, a warm Tuesday in the summer when his schedules aligned perfectly and he didn’t have work, he walked to Eren’s house. He followed the sound of music playing and found that there were people gathered around the open garage.

Connie, as excited and energetic as ever, smacked his wooden sticks against the drums, keeping the time by tapping his foot against the floor. Marco’s hands moved across the keyboard, occasionally switching a couple knobs at the top to change the sound. Armin watched Jean’s fingers move across the fingerboard of his guitar with ease, and he watched Eren’s lips move centimeters from the microphone.

They sounded good. Maybe not hit material, like The Beatles or Queen, but they had the right sound. They kept the same consistent, obvious beat and overlaid their own tracks over it. They were in tune, and surprisingly were all working well together.

Armin stayed to the side. He stood behind most of those gathered around and just listened to the music flooding down the street, so loud you could probably hear it a few blocks over.

When they finally stopped, they were all sweating. Eren smiled out at the people watching and bowed dramatically as sweat dripped from his chin. Jean heaved heavy breaths beside him, turning to Marco to flash his teeth with a look that said, We can actually do this.

Armin couldn’t help the soft smile that stretched across his lips. He clapped with everyone else, watching as his friends began unplugging the amps and speakers and everyone else began to walk away one by one, a few dropping coins or bills into an open guitar case.

When Eren finally noticed Armin standing there, a wide grin crossed his face. He let go of the mic, which would have fallen to the ground if Jean hadn’t caught it by the stand, and sprinted across the driveway to Armin. Eren knocked into him with so much force it almost pushed them to the ground, but he didn’t care because it felt like Eren hadn’t seen Armin in forever.

They stayed like that for a moment. Eren practically squeezed the life out of Armin before Jean yelled, “Get a move on, loser. You’re not the only one that missed Armin.”

“Fuck off, Jean.” Eren gave one last squeeze before releasing the blond. Eren flashed him one last smile before he went back up the driveway. Armin followed suit, looking around at the set up they had.

There were actual drums now. It was no longer just boxes placed on sticks for Connie to practice hitting, there were drums. The guitars were different, too. Jean had a sleek black bass with a dark red strap instead of the acoustic guitar he shared with Armin, and Marco had a proper set up for his keyboard.

Armin’s lips tilted up. He liked seeing this. He liked seeing that even if he wasn’t there, everyone still continued with what they wanted.

He was glad to know his absence wouldn’t be an obstacle, because he was sure he would never be able to join them.

Armin turned his head when Connie held something out to him, his lips curved up in a smile that showed all of his teeth. When Armin looked down at his hand, he saw that Connie was holding out an instrument case.

Armin’s brows furrowed as Connie bent over to leave it at Armin’s feet. Armin kneeled beside Connie and unlatched the locks, opening the case to reveal a vintage Gibson SG. Armin’s jaw fell open, and he stared at the cherry stain of the wood.

“We found it at a thrift store,” Marco said. He walked over, kneeling down beside Connie. “It was a crazy markdown. Only like thirty bucks, I think. We looked online and found a lot for over a thousand dollars. Isn’t that crazy?”

Armin nodded. He closed his mouth and looked up at Marco. “Who’s it for?”

“It’s for you.”

Armin blinked, registering Marco’s words. “What? No, I-I’m not part of this. This is all you guys.”

“You want to be in the band with us though, right?” Connie asked. He sat with his legs crossed, leaning forward. “You can't be in the band if you don’t play an instrument or something, and everyone knows you can’t sing.”

Armin let out a soft chuckle. “I can’t, guys. You know how busy I am.”

“We aren’t doing this without you.” Eren plopped himself on the ground beside Armin, aggressively hitting Armin’s shoulder. “This is all of our thing. We do this together. Right, Jean?”

“Huh?” Jean looked up from his phone, still tapping at it as he looked at where everyone was gathered on the floor. “What?”

“Just say yes.”

“Last time I said yes I was pinned to the floor and Connie drew two dicks pointing at each other like guns on my forehead. With Sharpie.”

They laughed, and Armin felt out of place. He didn’t remember that happening, so it must have been recently.

“The point is”—Eren turned his attention back to Armin—“you’re part of this. We started this with you and we’ll be damned if you aren’t there with us when we keep going.”

Eren took Armin by the hand, intertwining their fingers and giving it a firm squeeze. And then Connie took Armin’s other hand, doing the same thing. And then Marco reached over and squeezed Armin’s knee. Jean, of course, was not paying attention until Eren threw a stray pen at his head and forced him to kneel beside them and squeeze Armin’s shoulder.

“It’s the five of us, guys.” Connie smiled, looking up to meet each of their gazes. “Now, until we’re too old to be jumping around on stage, promise?”

Eren squeezed Armin’s hand tighter, as if doing so would pass the unspoken message along to Connie. “Promise. We’re Heart Attack, right?”

That was new, too. Last Armin knew, the band didn’t have a designated name. It had barely been two months since he stopped showing up and already it felt like so much had changed.

Jean squeezed Armin’s shoulder tighter, reaching over with his other hand to squeeze Marco’s. “We’re gonna be the best fucking rock band in the world. The best of the century.”

If only it were that easy.

—

CONNIE: Man, I could not tell you what happened those last few years before we moved. I don’t think anyone can, actually. I just remember that it was stressful as hell.

JEAN: We didn’t really do much. We were still in school and starting tog eat our first jobs, so we were mostly trying to balance everything out without looking like zombies.

EREN: We moved to Berlin almost right out of high school. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but I don’t regret any of it.

“Do you guys really think we’ll make it?” Jean asked, laying back on the hotel bed with his arms crossed behind his head. “I mean, we’ve been living in this hotel for like a week and a half.”

“It’ll come,” Eren said. He scrolled through the different channels on the TV, eventually stopping on an American program. “We just need time. We need to find jobs that’ll keep us afloat for a bit. And then we’ll start our gigs up again.”

“Well if we don’t find somewhere soon our instruments are gonna get ruined in the van.”

They fell silent, the only sound being the water from the shower head in the bathroom.

Eren looked around for spots where they could put their instruments and equipment, but didn’t find a single empty space. The room was too crowded with all of their suitcases, and even if they didn’t have their own luggage there was no space big enough to put much.

“We’ll find a place,” Marco said. “We can start looking tomorrow. Surely there’s an apartment or something available for rent, right?”

Jean blew air out from his mouth. “I hope so.”

They were silent the rest of the night. They took their turns showering after Connie and started winding down. The TV still silently played, though the channel had been changed as each person took control of the remote.

It was half past midnight when Armin came into the room, his hair disheveled and his eyes tired from work. His black polo was untucked and one of his pockets turned out when he reached in it to grab something.

He brought out a piece of paper so folded it took him a moment to open it. When he did, he walked between the beds, careful not to step on Eren, and flicked on a light.

“Dude, it is past midnight. Turn that off,” Jean complained, pulling the blankets over his head.

“You weren’t sleeping anyway.” Armin whispered, careful not to wake Connie or Marco up. He kicked off his shoes and sat on the other bed with his legs crossed. “But look at this.”

He held the paper out. Jean stared at Armin with dead eyes before Eren reached up from his place on the floor and yanked it out of his hold. Eren held it up as he read it, holding it in the light so he could see.

“Live music performances?” Eren looked up at Armin as he nodded. “At Quasimodo? I thought they only did booked gigs with bigger artists.”

“They want to try something different. Apparently a few record companies approached them and asked them to do this,” Armin explained. He stood up from the bed and walked across the room to his suitcase, kneeling down to grab a change of clothes. “From what I overheard, these labels are looking for the next big thing. They want something new because people are getting tired of hearing the same music. It’s in a month or so, but they want to start getting people now.”

Eren nodded as Armin grabbed a bag and his glasses and stepped into the bathroom. The sound of water hitting the wall soon filled the room as Eren sat up and leaned against the bed.

“This is a terrible idea,” Jean said. Eren looked up from the paper. “I mean, yeah it’ll give us more recognition, but Quasimodo is a jazz bar or something like that. People don’t go there to hear what we do.”

“But if it’s an open night then people should be expecting all kinds of music anyway,” Eren countered. He set the paper to the side, laying back down. “People will give us a chance. We just have to take it.”

Jean exhaled, closing his eyes and turning over. “Whatever,” he mumbled.

It was completely silent moments later, save for the muffled sound of Armin’s shower.

Eren couldn’t take it. He put his AirPods back in his ears and laid back down, pressing play on his phone before closing his eyes and trying to drift off.

When Armin walked back into the room, his hair damp and falling in his eyes, everyone had fallen asleep. He tiptoed around Eren, cautious not to make any noise, and slipped under the covers beside Connie. He reached over to flick off the light, checking his phone once more before turning over and going to sleep.

Thomas hadn’t texted or called since Armin moved. Of course, Carla checked in on him daily and gave Armin updates, but it wasn’t the same. He wanted to hear from his grandfather himself that he was doing fine.

Armin fell asleep hours later, his mind haunted with thoughts of how his grandfather was doing.

—

You joined Heart Attack in Berlin early on. Did they ask you to?

MIKASA: No, actually. Well, some of them wanted me to come along if I wanted, but I remember Eren called me one night and said very clearly, “You shouldn’t throw your life away just to follow us. There are better things for you in Shiganshina.” He kind of put a lot of emphasis on the fact that he didn’t really want me to follow, even if he didn’t explicitly say it.

I thought about it a lot. I talked to my mom about it and she just told me to do what I wanted. She said she had the store under control and that I didn’t need to worry about keeping it afloat, because that was the reason I had been so hesitant. A couple weeks after they had moved, I followed.

When Mikasa knocked on the door, Armin was the one that answered.

He wore a white T-shirt and blue pajama pants that made Mikasa think he had just gotten out of bed. His blond hair was touseled and he wore his glasses. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he greeted Mikasa, not quite registering who it was until she pushed her bangs out of her face.

“Mikasa? I thought you were staying in Shiganshina.” Armin leaned against the doorframe, resting his head against it and crossing his arms.

Mikasa shrugged. She shifted her weight and crossed her arms as well, fidgeting with one of her backpack straps. “Well, I never really decided, but I wanted to come here with you guys.”

Armin slowly nodded. He glanced over Mikasa, taking in her pulled back hair and the way she kept shifting her weight like she had done something she wasn’t supposed to.

He thought about Eren for a moment, and how he might react when he saw that Mikasa had traveled the two hours from Shiganshina to join them. He knew that Eren wanted her to stay in Shiganshina—he claimed it was because Mikasa would have a better life there, but Armin thought it was more for his own benefit.

He straightened himself, opening the door wider. “Sorry. I’ve just been standing here. Uhm, do you want to come in?”

Mikasa nodded, quietly thanking Armin as she grabbed her suitcase by the handle and stepped into the apartment.

She looked around as Armin closed the door behind her. It seemed like he was the only one home, based on how quiet it was.

There was no furniture. Well, there was, but the only pieces were a table and three chairs. Majority of the space was taken up by Connie’s drums and Marco’s keyboard. Jean and Armin’s instruments were packed away in their cases and set to the side.

Mikasa raised an eyebrow in question and looked at Armin, who was locking the door. “No furniture?”

Armin hummed, looking at her and then their living room. “Yeah, we, uh, we can’t really afford a lot. But we have a table? You can put your stuff there.”

Mikasa slowly nodded, letting out a soft laugh. She moved her suitcase beside the table leg and shrugged off her backpack.

“Are you hungry or something? We have cereal, probably.” As Armin spoke he moved around the table and started opening cabinets and the fridge, listing off a few items. “I can make you a sandwich, or leftover pizza. A salad, maybe? I don’t know what we have.”

Mikasa shook her head. “No, I’m alright. Where’s everyone else?”

Armin shut the fridge door and leaned against it. “Work. They all have morning or day shifts.”

Mikasa nodded again. The two of them exchanged awkward questions that only required a short answer for five minutes before they finally got back into their old groove. By the time Jean, the first to get off his shift, had come home, Armin and Mikasa were seated at the dinghy wooden table and laughing.

Jean was followed by Marco an hour later, and Connie thirty minutes after that. They moved to the floor where the five of them sat in a circle with cold leftover pizza from the fridge until Eren came home.

And when he did, the wave of annoyance that washed over him was clear.

It wasn’t obvious or boisterous, but the way his grip tightened on the doorknob when he saw Mikasa told her all she needed to know. He walked further into the apartment with heavy steps and closed the door behind him with more force than necessary.

The five of them quieted, watching as Eren stalked across the living room and disappeared down a hallway. No one dared speak a word even while Eren came back out, already changed into a new set of clothes, and began moving around the apartment like no one was there.

Eren eventually looked up at them after he’d made himself a bowl of greek yogurt and blueberries. He held eye contact with each one of them for at least five seconds before furrowing his eyebrows and shrugging. “What? Can I not eat?”

Jean cleared his throat, making Marco glare at him. The tension in the room steadily builds until Connie couldn’t take it cracked a stupid joke that got him teased by Jean and Armin. Mikasa softly laughed along, eyeing Eren as he settles between Armin and Connie.

When he looked up at her, she averted her gaze. Instead of looking at him, she looked at the door. The wall. Marco. Anywhere but Eren.

Her gaze caught on a piece of paper haphazardly taped to the wall. Mikasa squinted to read the blocky text on it.

“What’s going on at Quasimodo?” she asked, looking around the circle. She couldn’t read the finer text below the large letters that spelled out OPEN NIGHT.

Armin hummed in question, looking over at the piece of paper. “Oh, they’re having a night where small artists can go and play for free. It’s gonna last a couple days. We’re gonna be performing on the nineteenth.”

Mikasa hummed as Armin looked at the clock—the only other item decorating the apartment. He stood up and dusted off his pants before excusing himself and going down the same hall Eren had earlier. When he came back, he wore a black polo with the restaurant’s logo above his left breast. He grabbed his keys before saying goodbye to everyone and leaving.

Mikasa assumed Armin must have been the middle friend between her and everyone else because when he left she felt like the four others were staring at her, waiting for her to say something.

“So . . .” Mikasa drew the word out, thinking of what to say. “How has everything been going?”

Jean blew out a breath, leaning back against the wall. “Good enough. We have the space to practice but nowhere to play.”

“That’s just because we haven’t been looking in the right places,” Eren said. He turned his gaze to Jean, one of his eyebrows slightly raised. “We just need to get our name out there. Then people will pay attention to us.”

“People won’t pay attention to us if they don’t know who we are, dipshit.” Jean rolled his eyes. Eren shot him a glare that made it seem like he might kill him later.

Silence fell over the room again. In those few moments, Mikasa’s thoughts wandered to the Instagram page she’d started for her mom’s business and how online sales had shot up.

“Why don’t you get an Instagram?” she suggested. “Or like, Twitter or TikTok or whatever. Some kind of social media to promote yourselves.”

Mikasa felt like shrinking in on herself with the way their eyes turn to her. She felt like their gazes were scrutinizing her, almost judging her for speaking out.

She knew they would never. She only started feeling that way after no one spoke for what feels like hours.

“That’s a good idea,” Marco said. He switched his gaze to meet Eren’s. “Lots of people use it to promote themselves, why don’t we?”

He held Eren’s gaze for a moment. It seemed as though the two were having an argument in their thoughts until finally, Eren exhaled.

“Yeah. Sounds good.”

The topic changed after that. To what, Mikasa didn’t know. What she did know was that she had been indirectly designated to create and (probably) manage the new account, and then later asked directly by Connie since, as he put it, “You’re the only one with the divine, God-given level of intellect and marketing skills to do a fantastic job at managing us.”

She put little effort into it. She’d gone to the bathroom while the remaining four talked about going to bed and as she stood at the sink after washing her hands, made the account heartattack5 on both Instagram and TikTok. She made the profile picture a silly photo she had taken years ago of the five of them on Halloween. In it, they held their hands out and had their eyes closed as if doing an exorcism of sorts. On the floor in front of them was a drawing of a zodiac from a show Mikasa had long forgotten about.

Maybe it wasn’t the best profile picture, but it worked until she could get a better one.

heartattack5 also wasn’t the best username, but she came up with it in the spur of the moment. She knew no one else would have better ideas, so she just went with it. As she was leaving the bathroom she began finding everyone’s profiles and following them.

On her way out of the bathroom, she bumped into Eren.

By that point, the light in the living room was turned off and the only thing brightening the hallway were the slivers that came from beneath two of the bedroom doors and a weak night light that was plugged into the wall.

They stared at each other for a moment. Eren’s piercing green gaze sliced through her, reading her every thought and learning her darkest secrets.

“I told you not to follow us,” he said. He spoke quietly, not wanting to disturb the others that had already retreated to their rooms.

“You don’t tell me what to do.” Mikasa slipped her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. She shifted her weight to one of her legs and crossed her arms. “I came here of my own volition, not because of you.”

“And yet this was the first place you came. You didn’t even go to wherever you’re staying first to drop off your bags.”

“Well.” She ended it there. She had tried coming with a defense to whatever Eren might throw at her while she was driving, but her efforts had proven fruitless. Instead of retaliating, she shrugged.

Eren sighed, running a hand through his hair. It had grown out a bit, the ends now resting at his jaw. “Please go home. I don’t want to drag you down with us if we aren’t successful. You have something guaranteed at home.”

“It’s not home without you guys,” she said, though it sounded like she had added guys as an after thought. There was an awkward pause between the final two words, and hearing it made Eren pause.

He looked at her, pressing his lips together. He knew Mikasa tended to lean towards people’s whims and do what they wanted, but goddamn she could be stubborn as hell when she wanted something. She stood in front of him, her feet planted so firmly in place Eren didn’t think a tornado could move her.

He finally exhaled and breathed out, averting his gaze to the seam where the hallway ceiling met the wall. “Fine. Whatever.”

Mikasa bit the inner corner of her lip to keep from smiling. She gave a soft nod, tilting her head down so Eren didn’t see the look of triumph on her face.

She moved to walk around him and gather her things, ready to get out of their hair for the night and sleep in her car or find a hotel, but Eren gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She could feel its warmth through her sweater, and she turned her head.

“Just stay. You’re already here.”

“I don’t want to impose,” she whispered, though after she said it she realized how useless it was to say it. She had already come by completely unannounced and likely overstayed her visit by a few hours.

“It doesn’t matter. You can sleep with me in my room.”

Mikasa stared at him, and for a moment it seemed like she was the one reading Eren’s thoughts and learning his secrets. She gave a soft nod, turning to follow Eren as he opened his bedroom door and flicked on the light.

Unsurprisingly, it was bare. There was nothing up on the walls and two of Eren’s suitcases are open with clothes pouring out of them. There was a pile of boxes in one corner, and in the opposite was a mattress without a frame.

Mikasa held back a chuckle. Eren closed the door behind her, leaving it open a finger’s width, before going to lie down on the bed.

Mikasa awkwardly stood for a moment before joining him. In her mind she made a barrier that neither she nor Eren were to cross that night, and was adamant about keeping it. She laid on her stomach and turned her head away from him, her arms beneath the pillow. Eren laid on his back, staring at the ceiling and thinking, This is why those fuckers gave me the biggest room for myself.

—

In the following days, heartattack5 had gained almost two thousand followers.

Mikasa tried posting consistently. She stayed up at all hours of the day filming content with her phone and then editing the clips in the late hours of the night.

She’d changed the profile picture to one where Connie sat at his drums, Eren sitting in front of them while the other three leaned against Connie. She tried to get video of all of them playing their respective instruments and nicely framed photos to post.

She’d made a routine. She would wake up at the crack of dawn, around the time Armin returned home from his shift, and shower. She’d eat breakfast and spend a couple minutes each morning either pacing around the empty living room or laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling or scrolling on her phone. When the first person woke up—Marco, usually—she would chat with them for a bit before she began recording and taking pictures.

As the others woke up she would record them, too. She found that people enjoyed short slice of life videos alongside the more planned ones, so some days she would just record an exchange between all of them for hours.

Then, she had dinner in the room she shared with Eren. She sat crisscross on the floor and sifted through the video she’d taken while she ate. She had a pile of drafts saved up in both Instagram and TikTok, and she was always adding more.

Then, later in the night when she came out from the room to bid Armin a good shift and talked at the dinghy table with everyone else, she finally put her phone down. She’d leave it in the room on the charger and tried her best to push follows and views and likes and comments from her mind while she talked to her friends.

When they would start going to bed one by one, Eren was always the last to leave. He stayed awake with her until she was ready to go to bed, even if his eyes were dropping and he kept jerking awake. She’d finally laugh and say she’s going to bed even if she wasn’t tired, just so Eren could get the sleep he needed.

And at night, when Eren was snoring so loudly it practically shook the walls, Mikasa unlocked her phone and checked the account. When the numbers of new people were low, it left a harsh blow to her self esteem.

She would finally put her phone facedown on the wood floor and close her eyes, trying not to let the numbers or new ideas to get more people flood her mind.

The barricade she’d mentally made that first day she slept in the same bed as Eren was always there, but every night it was knocked down. Every morning she woke up with some part of Eren tied up in her, whether it be their arms pressed together or his hands on her waist or her head tucked into his chest.

In the morning when she found out where they had let their guard fall, she felt at peace.

—

“Come see us at Quasimodo tonight!”

In the video, Eren screamed at Mikasa’s phone before she panned over to Connie, who had his tongue out and his pointer and pinky finger on one hand up. It was short and ended there, but Mikasa had added a soft overlay of Heart Attack’s song “The Bends” to the background.

It was the best performing video she’d made, and it had only been posted at ten that morning.

Mikasa smiled with pride every time she checked her phone and the numbers skyrocketed. It started at 50, and then 100, and then seemingly out of nowhere shot up to 2,000 somewhere between eleven and noon. By the time the band was at Quasimodo getting ready for their gig, she was beaming at the white 37,000 in the bottom left corner, a number that went up every time she refreshed the page.

She didn’t know what it was about this one that did so well, but she wasn’t complaining.

Mikasa sat by herself at a table close to the stage. She could barely see whoever was playing beyond the bodies crowded together in front of her, but when she heard Eren’s voice she would move.

She kept her phone face up on the table, reading every single notification that came up on her phone.

Eren, peeking through the curtain during an intermission while the drums were being set up, watched Mikasa obsess over her phone. He noticed the way her eyes seemed to sparkle at the growing numbers, and some part of him thought to talk to her about it later.

But he moved his gaze around, and at a table at the back of the club spotted a blond man sitting with one other person. Eren didn’t recognize the brown-haired woman, but he knew who the blond was immediately.

“Guys.” Eren turned toward the others, the faintest grin on his face. “Erwin fucking Smith is here.”

Connie’s eyes practically popped out of his head with how much he had widened them. “Are you being serious right now?” he asked in disbelief.

“The Erwin Smith? Owner of Scout Records?”

Eren nodded. Jean lowly whistled and straightened himself. Armin ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breath that fell somewhere between a chuckle and a gasp of disbelief.

Marco, who had been drinking water, set the plastic bottle down. He put a hand on Jean’s and Eren’s shoulders, gently squeezing. When Eren turned his head, Marco had a vibrant smile on his face.

“This is our chance guys. We can finally break through and get on the radio or something.”

“That’s if he likes our music,” Armin pointed out. Everyone turned to him. “If he doesn’t then there’s no chance.”

“Which is why we make him like it.” Back to Eren. “We play the best we’ve ever played. We aren’t in Mom’s garage anymore. We put our hearts and souls into this.”

A moment of hesitance passed. Eren met everyone’s gaze, holding each of them for ten seconds. His piercing green eyes seemed to look into their minds, reading every desire they’ve ever had.

Finally, they all slowly nodded. An agreement passed between them and they exchanged a smile. When the stagehand called to them to say they were ready, Jean began lazily playing a quiet tune on his bass.

Eren was the first out. He grabbed the microphone and scanned the crowd. He noticed Mikasa walk closer to where the band stood to take pictures, and his smile widened when he met Erwin Smith’s gaze.

“This is Heart Attack.” Eren flashed his straight teeth again, winking at one of the girls closer to the front, before Connie started the upbeat tune to their debut song, Armin joining in soon after.

Eren tried his best not to let his gaze wander to the booth Erwin sat at. He tried to keep his stare on the wall or the people at their tables, but he always found his eyes moving back to Erwin.

Not knowing what to do every time they made eye contact, Eren winked at him. Erwin had no reaction except a subtle eyebrow raise, and Eren immediately regretted his decision.

After they had bowed and strolled off, Eren ran a hand over his face and groaned. The group of them found Mikasa on the ground floor and walked to the table she’d reserved. Eren pressed his forehead against the wood and began tapping his foot against the floor.

“Dude, what is wrong?” Connie asked. He had ordered a glass that had some caramel colored liquid Eren couldn’t identify and was playing with the straw between his fingers. “You are like, stressing. Which is understandable since Erwin Smith is here, but-”

“I winked at him.” Eren lifted his head. From the corner of his eye he would see Jean lifting his glass to his lips.

“Huh? Who?”

“Erwin Smith.”

Jean laughed, lowering his glass and covering his mouth with a fist. He cleared his throat to cover his laugh and looked away. Eren shot him a glare.

“Why did you wink at Erwin Smith?” Jean teased.

“I don’t know. It just . . . happened.”

“How do you just happen to wink at someone?” Armin asked. He smiled, teasing Eren, “Was there something in your eye?”

“No! It just . . . I don’t know! But I’m scared. What if he’s homophobic, man? What if that’s the only reason he won’t talk to us is because he thinks I’m gay?”

Marco tensed, but the subtle way he straightened his shoulders and tightened his grip on his cup went unnoticed by everyone except Jean.

Jean’s eyes moved to look at him. He didn’t turn his head, but when he saw the fake smile on Marco’s face as he made a comment Jean didn’t hear, he gently squeezed Marco’s knee.

A soft guitar melody filled the air, a stark contrast to the harsh music that had previously filled the club. Marco turned his head to the stage where a girl in a short cream dress, her hair tied out of her face with a red ribbon, sat on a stool and strummed her guitar. He watched for a moment before turning back to the table.

“I genuinely think I might die,” Eren said. He was leaned back in his chair now, his legs splayed so far out beneath the table that they hit Connie in the shins.

“Sit up right.” Connie playfully kicked Eren’s legs. “Your legs are too damn long for you to relax like that.”

The group laughed. When Armin turned his head to watch the girl on the stage, his gaze instead caught on Erwin Smith, who was standing up from his table.

His eyes followed the man, watching as he bowed to the woman sitting with him and shrugged on his coat. The woman smiled and waved at Erwin as he left the booth, and Armin’s eyes widened as he realized that Erwin Smith was walking towards them.

Armin turned his head to face the table so quickly he thought he pulled a muscle. He coughed to catch the table’s attention, and when they turned to him he quietly said, “Erwin Smith is walking this way.”

Eren’s eyes slightly widened. He craned his neck to see around Armin and immediately straightened when he saw that his friend was telling the truth. He slapped his hand against the table as of warning Jean and Connie to stop bickering.

He cracked a stupid joke right as Erwin began passed behind him. No one even understood what he had said, which earned him questioning glances from everyone at the table before Erwin positioned himself between Eren and a Mikasa’s chairs.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” he said. He placed a hand on the back of Erin’s chair, making sure his presence was noticed.

As if anyone wouldn’t notice if Erwin fucking Smith was looking directly at them.

“Nah, you’re fine,” Eren said. He regretted it immediately because who talks to a celebrity like that? He cleared his throat, trying to put up a front that said he knew what he was doing here. “Can I help you?”

Erwin opened his coat, reaching into a pocket that must have been inside and pulled out a business card. He held it out to Eren. “I’m the owner of Scout Records. I really enjoyed what you boys did tonight. I’d like you to sign with the company, if it interests you.”

Eren, who had been looking up at Erwin as he spoke, moved his gaze to the business card. It had a sleek design, one single dark green line moving across the entire card underneath the words Scout Records. Beneath all of that was his name and basic information, including an email and phone number to contact.

“Of course, I’ll contact you again at a later date if you haven’t decided, but this is your choice.” Erwin moves his gaze from Eren’s and meets that of everyone else around the table. “All of you.” His stare paused on Mikasa. “We can even find a spot for your publicist.”

Mikasa’s heart skipped a beat as Eren nodded. Publicist. She didn’t consider herself that, but the title had a nice ring to it.

Erwin bowed his head, bidding the group goodbye before turning and walking out of the jazz club.

The group waited until the door had closed behind Erwin before they started cheering. This was it. This was their shot.

Maybe they really did have a chance in this industry.

—

When they returned to their apartment that night, they popped open a cheap bottle of wine and drank from plastic cups to celebrate. They spilled the liquid haphazardly on the floor and counters, but didn’t bother to clean it up. Even Mikasa had set her phone to the side and allowed her head to become buzzed.

She regretted it the next morning, of course, because she was a lightweight and the headache she woke up with felt as if it was splitting her skull apart. She knew she woke up much later than she normally did because Eren wasn’t beside her in the bed and she could hear voices coming through the wall from the living room.

She stood and stretched, pulling a hoodie on over her tank top before opening the bedroom door.

“No, if we call him right now we’ll seem desperate.”

“Aren’t you the one that has been praying we’d get noticed for years? And when we finally do you don’t want to jump on that opportunity?”

“I’m playing smart here, Jean. If we contact them too early then we’ll seem excitable and naïve.”

“Please, Eren. He offered us. We won’t look pathetic if we call and say we accept his offer.”

Eren exhaled. Mikasa saw him press his lips into a thin line. “We have to play the long game-“

“If we play the long game then we’re gonna get dropped-“

“What would you know about this shit anyway? It’s not like you have a fucking degree in-”

“And you know anything more than I do?”

Their voices continued raising and they continued talking over each other. The pain in Mikasa’s head became so evident she could feel it in her fingers. Her ears were ringing, and she had one finger pressed to the inner cartilage of her ear as she aggressively grabbed Eren by she shoulder.

“Shut up,” she said, letting him go. “It’s too early for the two of you to be arguing, and I’m pretty sure everyone else is still sleeping.”

Mikasa walked over to the fridge and opened it, taking out the carton of eggs. She grabbed a cup from the cabinet. She pulled two eggs from the carton and spilled both of them into the cup. After throwing the shells away, she grabbed hold of the cup before taking a deep breath and downing its contents in one go.

Her face scrunched and her eyes closed. She held the last but in her mouth, reluctant to swallow before gulping it down. When she opened her eyes, she saw that both Eren and Jean were looking at her with the most horrified expressions me she had ever seen.

Mikasa gulped one more time, trying to get the taste out of her mouth, before washing the glass and saying, “What?”

Eren blinked. Jean ran a hand through his hair.

“You just drank two raw eggs,” Eren said.

Mikasa shrugged, setting the glass down in the sink and turning around. “So?”

Eren blinked again, though this time it was more aggressive. He put his hands on the edge of the faux marble counter. “You just drank. Two raw eggs,” he repeated.

“What the hell is wrong with you.” Jean jokes, though it seemed as though some part of him was genuinely bewildered about what could possibly make Mikasa drink raw eggs.

“Yeah.” Mikasa leaned against the sink behind her and crossed her arms and ankles in front of her. “It’s a remedy for hangovers. My mom used to do it when she had one, and that one time I came back from a night of drinking she gave it to me. It worked, so.” She shrugged again.

Eren blinked a few more times before shaking his head and straightening. Jean, however, still looked baffled at Mikasa’s actions, but he eventually shook it off and continued eating the bowl of cereal in front of him.

Mikasa blinked a couple more times in confusion before shaking her head and continuing about her day. She took a seat at the dinghy table and stared at the grain in the wood. She wondered for a moment how her parents were doing, but when she reached for her phone to text them, she realized that she had no idea where her phone was.

It wasn’t in her room. If it was then it would have been the first thing she checked in the morning. She scanned the table and didn’t find it there either.

Panic began settling in as her gaze frantically traveled around the room. She didn’t want to tell anyone because a phone isn’t all that when you really think about it. Except for her it is. That’s her life. Her job. Her livelihood, if she loses her phone then she loses her memory card and she’ll never get it back.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck.

“Are you looking for this?” Jean came up beside her and held something in front of her, the familiar polaroid of Mikasa and Eren at their eleventh grade prom catching her eye.

She looked up at Jean as she gently took it from his hands and nodded. “Yeah. Thank you.”

Instinctively, she checked the time. 11:34. It was so much later in the day than she thought.

Jean returned her nod. “Yup.”

He put his hands in the pockets of his sweats, awkwardly standing beside her. Neither of them said anything. Mikasa wanted to break the silence, but she didn’t know how.

“How’s it going with Marco?” she decided to ask. Jean and Marco had never officially came out, but they were obvious enough that the band knew about it—or that something was there, at least. No one was sure if they were officially together or not. Not to mention the way they look at each other when the other isn’t paying attention.

Jean nodded. “Yeah. It’s going good.”

Silence enveloped the room again. It was Mikasa’s fault, really. She shouldn’t have asked such a dry question.

Jean began drumming his fingers against the edge of the counter, the consistent noise driving Mikasa crazy. Her still present headache was not helping.

“I think you guys should call Erwin.” She couldn’t take the silence anymore. Or the tapping. “He’s the one that offered. He wants you guys with his studio.”

Jean blew out a breath. “Yeah. Tell that shit to Eren. That asshole won’t let up.” He crossed his arms and looks up, staring out the window. “He thinks playing the long game will better our chances of going big. You know what’ll help us go big? Accepting the offers we fucking get.”

Fantastic. Mikasa had led Jean on a spiel. At least it was better than his insistent tapping.

“Not to mention it’d better your chance of making it, too. Prove to him that you don’t have to be at home to be successful or happy.”

Jean and Mikasa held each other’s gazes. She always treaded carefully around him, especially with the history of feelings they had. She didn’t quite know if he had gotten over her completely, but his situation with Marco must mean something.

“You should tell him,” Mikasa said. They both know who she was talking about.

“He knows,” Jean replied. “He just . . . I think he’s scared.”

Mikasa nodded. She understood. Maybe not entirely, but she got it. She knew how it felt to pine after your best friend for years, but she didn’t know how it felt to feel that way about a girl. Especially when your family is as religious as Marco’s.

“It’ll be okay,” she said. “Let him figure it out.”

“I know. I’m trying to. I am, but . . . You know me.”

She did. Jean Kirschtein was loud about the love he had and who it was for. He was the love interest in cheesy rom coms that did grand gestures for no reason just to declare his love. He was the one that would run into the airport minutes before your flight to win you back. He was the one that would travel halfway across the world just to give you flowers. He was the one that would somehow gather his graduating class to orchestrate a dance just to ask you to the prom.

He was the one that was being forced into silence to give his love time.

“It just sucks.”

Mikasa offered a soft smile, though it was clear that it did nothing to help. “I know.”

They sit in silence for a bit. It’s not as suffocating and choking as the one before, but there is still that air of tension about it. Jean leaves the main room after he drops his cereal bowl in the sink, the fake ceramic clinking against its metal walls. Mikasa watched him go, waiting until she heard his bedroom door close to pull out her phone.

She pops open the case. Eren had given her Erwin Smith’s business card before they had all started drinking. He said she would keep it safe, and she did.

She flipped it over, copying the number into her phone and holding it up to her ear. She listened as it dialed, biting her nail as she waited. It felt like she sat there forever, and she pulled the phone away to hang up when she was sure no one would answer.

“Erwin Smith’s office. How may I help you?”

Mikasa’s lips stretched into a wide smile as she quickly brought the phone back up to her ear. “Hi, I’m Mikasa Ackerman. I’m calling to talk to Erwin Smith about the offer he extended to the band Heart Attack last night. At Quasimodo.”

She heard shuffling on the other line, before a couple clicks. “Yes, of course. He told me to keep an eye out for your band. I’ll schedule a time for him to contact you. Expect a call at around 2:45, alright?”

Mikasa nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

The woman on the other line gave Mikasa a few more details, such as what number to expect the call from. She made sure to say that Mikasa would not receive a text or email, that it would be a call only from a number Mikasa had to write down to remember.

Two hours later, Mikasa sat in the bathroom hiding from everyone, on the phone with Erwin Smith himself.

—

“You did not,” Eren said after they had received a package. He looked up at Mikasa, who was sitting at the table and eating a bowl of pomegranate seeds.

“What?” She looked up from her phone, hiding a smile. She had seen the box earlier in the day, and only brought it inside for someone else to open and be surprised by.

Eren carried the box over to the table and dropped it, ripping the tape with his keys and opening the cardboard flaps. He revealed emerald green tissue paper wrapped around something else, an envelope with the band name written in gold sitting on top.

In the top corner of the envelope, Scout Records was stamped in capital letters.

Mikasa gasped, feigning surprise as she set her phone down and stood up. She walked next to Eren, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Congratulations!” she said, though it wasn’t convincing. She wasn’t a very good actor, and this situation was no exception.

Eren looked at her, his gaze piercing. “You called them.”

Mikasa nodded. She held Eren’s stare, refusing to back down and apologize. She watched the gears in his head turn before he turned his head, facing the wooden table as he laughed.

He slapped his hand on the table, catching Mikasa by surprise when he also wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

“Thank you so much, Mikasa.” Without thinking, Eren kissed the top of her head. “I think I genuinely love you.”

Mikasa’s cheeks burned. She managed a soft smile as she pulled away enough to look up at Eren’s face. He was beaming, his smile so wide it showed all his teeth and so bright Mikasa swore the room had lit up.

Mikasa’s own smile widened. “Well if we had gone with your timeline then they would have forgotten about the offer. I have a meeting with him in a little bit about terms and conditions and stuff like that.”

“You’re meeting with him?”

Mikasa nodded. “I’m your publicist, aren’t I?”

Eren laughed again—a soft, breathy laugh that made Mikasa’s heart beat so loud she couldn’t hear anything else.

Eren let her go after saying something she didn’t catch. He woke up Jean (who had been sleeping on the couch while watching women’s boxing. Mikasa was positive he just turned something on for background noise) before going down the hall to bother Connie, Armin and Marco.

Their exclamations of happiness soon filled the apartment, and while they were yelling and jumping around, Mikasa slipped into the bedroom she shared with Eren and changed into something more presentable.

She switched her T-shirt and shorts for a black dress that had puffy sleeves. She put striped black tights on beneath it and spent too long deciding whether or not to wear a jacket over everything.

She decided not to, instead throwing it on her side of the bed and looking herself over in the mirror. She flattened stray hairs and fixed a bit of makeup, finally grabbing her bag before walking back out into the main room.

“And would you look at that! Annie Leonhart wins her first ever match fresh out of the Warrior program.”

Mikasa walked to the front door as she looked at the TV. She began slipping on her shoes, tying the laces up as she watched the blonde girl on the screen lift her fists in triumph as she walked around the rink. There were red stripes down her cheeks, ones so bright that Mikasa thought she was bleeding before realizing it was makeup.

“Now, we know that the Marleyan Warriors produce fantastic athletes, but I think this is the most potential we’ve seen in one. Don’t you think, Keith?”

“Absolutely. Annie Leonhart lives up to her title of the Female Titan. She comes in with such a loud presence and makes sure you know she’s there.”

The blonde girl bowed, the camera following as she steps out of the rink and down the walkway. The commentators—Theo Magath and Keith Shadis, Mikasa reads off the screen—continued talking about her performance, replaying clips from her match against a much stockier woman. It was a wonder that Annie won, they were saying.

“What are you watching?” Mikasa asked. She stayed by the door, but spoke loud enough so Jean could hear her from his spot on the couch.

Jean shrugged, muting the TV and standing up. He stretched his arms above his head and groaned. “I just turned something on. It’s women’s boxing, though. I think.”

Mikasa nodded, reaching over to the rack beside the door to grab her keys and wallet. “Okay. I’ll be back. I have a meeting with Erwin, but I’ll bring food later, so don’t eat anything.”

Jean smiled, turning off the TV and looking over at her. “Thank you.”

The corners of Mikasa’s lips tilted up, and she gave another soft nod before opening the door and leaving.

—

Connie’s scream of excitement was so piercing it had a little girl across the street covering her ears, mustering the harshest glare she could towards him.

“Connie, shut the fuck up,” Jean said, swinging an arm around the drummer. “We’re gonna get kicked off the streets.”

“Jean.” Connie gripped Jean’s opposite shoulder, the popsicle in his hand millimeters from falling off its stick and onto the floor. “Not only did we get offered a spot at Scout Records, but Mikasa also called to confirm we still have it. And we do! So now tell me, why shouldn’t I be screaming at the top of my lungs about this?”

Jean rolled his eyes, but a wide smile spread across his face as the two of them found a table to sit at. Marco, Eren, and Armin were still in the store looking for something to eat, so Jean and Connie slid onto the benches across from each other as they waited for a few minutes.

Jean opened his mouth to say something when they settled in, but he saw the rest of the band practically bouncing out of the convenience store with bright smiles on their faces. They were whooping and hollering, careful not to drop their ice creams or popsicles as they jumped around.

Connie joined them, hopping up from his seat and grabbing Marco’s and Eren’s hands. He shook them, his poorly made spongebob popsicle forgotten on the table. It was mostly finished anyway, the only remnants of it being a small pool of flavored water, so Jean picked it up and threw it away.

Someone jumped on him from the side, making Jean lose his balance for a moment. He wrapped his hand around the bar of the trash can before looking over at Marco.

The smile on his face was so wide it showed his dimples. His eyes were shining and his grip around Jean was tight. He was radiant—absolutely perfect in Jean’s eyes.

“We made it,” Marco said breathlessly. There was still the disbelief he had when Eren had originally told them about their record deal in his eyes. “Oh my god, we fucking made it.”

That’s how Jean knew how ecstatic Marco was. He never cursed. Never in a million years did a word as light as crap even leave his lips.

Jean couldn’t help but try and mirror Marco’s smile, but the attempt was fruitless. Nothing could ever shine as bright as this boy he loved so dearly.

“Hell yeah we did.” Jean wrapped his arms around Marco, holding him impossibly closer. “We fucking did it!”

Jean kissed Marco on the cheek in an action that could be passed as chaste, however it was anything but to Jean. Marco hugged Jean impossibly tighter, smiling at him with the soft grin that made Jean fall in love in the first place.

The others pounded on them after that—first Eren with a tackle so aggressive Jean and Marco almost fell over, and then Connie and Armin with pushes that rivaled Eren’s.

They caught themselves before losing their balance, and their laughs rang through the air so loudly that the same little girl Jean had seen glared at them again, this time along with her mother.

They began walking as they separated, Eren and Connie both walking backwards so they could talk without creating an obnoxious line of people.

“Alright guys, let’s talk first studio album. What are we thinking?” Connie held his hands out, welcoming ideas. “Personally, I think we should do the opening track about how birds are government property and are spying on us.”

Eren scrunched his face as Armin chuckled. “What the fuck?” Eren said. “The birds are watching us?”

“Well yeah.” Connie shrugged his shoulders, as if his revelation about birds was as common as grass. “Why don’t you see them in the rain?”

“Because they hide from the rain like any other being with instinct,” Jean said, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Connie pointed at him. “False. It’s actually because the birds are robots, and if they get wet then they sizzle and fucking die.” He tutted. “The government can’t have that.”

Jean and Marco laughed. They stood close together, their hands brushing every now and then.

“We are not making an album about robot birds, Connie,” Eren said. “That is so stupid.”

“Well what do you propose we make it about? Because the only other thing that’s good to write about is love, and I remember you saying very explicitly, ‘Love is a bullshit idea that makes soft sound.’”

Eren gasped dramatically. “I said no such thing.”

“We literally said you should write a song about Mikasa and you went on a whole rant,” Armin said.

Eren rolled his eyes. “I do not want to write sappy love songs. That’s cheesy and none of us have anyone anyway.”

Jean didn’t comment, but he glanced over at Marco. Marco kept his gaze ahead, fondly smiling and switching his gaze to whoever decided to tease Eren about his thing with Mikasa.

That’s when he saw it. A sleek, bright red sports car speeding on the street. The windows were blacked out, but someone’s arm was hanging out of one. Jean squinted, trying to see what they were holding.

The person started to climb out, tightening their grip on the object in their hand. Jean couldn’t recognize any significant features about them except the pale yellow hoodie they wore and the red smeared across their cheeks.

They held the object up, fumbling a bit to keep it in their hand as the car sped around. They howled when they almost dropped it, and lifted it.

It was a gun. The light glinted off the metal of the barrel as they haphazardly pulled the trigger, hitting a spot in the grass.

Jean wrapped his hand around Marco’s elbow. Marco turned his head, about to inquire about what Jean needed just as the bassist was about to tell them they needed to go.

But he didn’t get the chance. His words got caught in his throat as another gunshot sounded and Marco stumbled against him.

Jean held him up, trying to steady him with Armin’s help as Connie and Eren looked around. Eren fumbled with his phone as he tried calling the police after he spotted the car. When Jean pulled his hand away to readjust his hold, bright red blood, warm and sticky, stared up at him.

BANG!

JEAN: We all watched him die. He just crumbled against us and . . .

ARMIN: Blood was coming out of his mouth. He was choking on it trying to talk and I- [sniff] There was nothing any of us could do. We just stood there trying to help but we couldn’t.

EREN: I think about it, sometimes. Especially when I’m alone at night. I think that if I had been faster with my phone then the police would have been there faster, and maybe we could have saved them.

JEAN: The only thing I saw when I looked up was blonde hair. Whoever shot Marco had already gotten back in the car while it was speeding away.

CONNIE: Marco was . . . He was everything to us. Heart Attack lost their heart that day. [wipes tears] It was fucking hard after that.

EREN: We spent a long time not doing anything. It would have been longer if Erwin hadn’t threatened us with losing our record deal. We came up with “Holiday.”

ARMIN: Marco wrote the keyboard track for that. Before he died. It was the last song of ours he had something to do with.

JEAN: [voice cracking] I need a minute.

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Feels Like The First Time

💖🖤Enemies to lovers with Eddie Munson🖤💖

Character uses she/her pronouns is bisexual☺️

Warning: Unprotected PIV, fingering, oral sex (Fem receiving), language, smoking (weed and cigarettes), mentions of drinking

‼️‼️ MDNI ‼️‼️

Kinda short and quickly skimmed through. I was bored and haven’t posted much in a hot minute:)

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You love hanging out with your uncle who is next door neighbors with Eddie. You smoke weed and drink with him. You’re parents don’t allow you to do any of those things so you go to your uncle trailer. You’re not a fiend, you just like having a good time, especially on the weekends when you have nothing better to do. Dustin wants you to play DnD with Mike and him since you don’t do anything except hang out with Steve and Robin or Robert. You declined the offer because, while you loved Dustin, you didn’t wanna spend they day in a basement with preteens.

He loves movies, music and books just like you, so with him you feel like you can have a conversation. He’s also gay and it comforts you knowing you can talk to someone about your sexuality since you realized very young that you are bisexual. You don’t have many close friends, do you consider your uncle to be your best friend. It sounds sad but know one knows you like he does, he’s known you your whole life.

You already knew Eddie for class and wasn’t a big fan. He never did anything but that was the issue. You’re biggest pet peeve about him was that he would complain about failing but then not show up to class. He was also a smart ass and stared at you a lot. He did it partly because he thought you were drop dead gorgeous and partly to annoy you.

You also knew him because he was your uncle’s dealer. Sometimes when you’d spend the night, you would go out to smoke late at night only to see Eddie’s van rocking and loud, but muffled, moans coming out of it. Sometimes you’d hear it from his trailer. You couldn’t believe how Eddie Munson had these girls screaming his name.

When you heard it, it turned you on. The feeling freaked you out so much that you had to go inside and grab your Walkman just so you can smoke in peace, but every once in a while you would take one of the headphones off, not only to hear if they were done, but to hear if they were still going. One day you heard him yell “fuck” and that’s when you felt an even heavier, wetter heat between your legs.

The days, and eventually weeks, went on and every once in a while Eddie would have some girl. You began to develop a strange, perverted crush on him and it terrified you. So every time you heard that he had a girl over, you would call Billy to have him fuck the daylights out of you. You caught yourself imagining it was Eddie and had to pause for a moment to snap out of it. But that’s exactly why you’re fucking around with Billy. Because you want to imagine it’s Eddie. The thought of Eddie with someone makes you jealous and you wanted to blow off some steam.

Eddie knew you hated him. You weren’t the best at masking your resting bitch face. But you looked at everyone like that. But Eddie annoyed you because you began to have feelings for him.

One day in class, you are sitting in study hall when you feel a tap on your back, you turn around and Robin hands you a note

How was your date with Billy? She wrote

Fine. You replied

Are you gonna see him again?

Probably not. He may be great in bed/car but he’s so dull.

So who’s your next project?

You can’t tell anyone. So burn this after class.

Promise. Who is it? Steve!?

No. Been there, done that. What do you think about Eddie Munson?

I don’t. Why? Are you planning on asking him out?

I don’t know. He’s really sexy to be honest. It’s the hair and the ripped jeans. Also his band shirts (PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY BURN THIS)

So everything about him is sexy according to you. So ask him out

Robin gets up and mouths she has to go to the bathroom. You sigh and continue to write

I don’t wanna waste my time. We graduate this year and what if he doesn’t? Again! I don’t wanna be holding his hand while trying to get through college.

You fold the note multiple times and toss it in her chair and then begin to mindlessly look through your calculus notes.

Robin comes back and you signal to the chair to let her know that she’s sitting on the note. She mouths “what?” And the bell rings.

“You’re sitting on the note”

“Oh” she gets up and there’s nothing under her. She looks at her butt and nothing. You began to look on the floor and only see a gum wrapper.

“Fuck” you whisper

You look around the desk and it’s nowhere to be found. You begin to freak out.

“It’s fine” Robin says “your name is not on it so if someone finds it then they won’t know who was writing it”

“Robin… it’s so embarrassing. Somebody had to have taken it when I wasn’t looking so they’ll know it’s me! Why do you think I wanted to burn it!”

“Like I said. Nobody will know” she calmly says

Your face falls and you realize who probably has the note. Eddie. Eddie sits next to Robin but a row behind. He must‘ve been staring again, saw you write the note and took it when you weren’t looking. You rush to Dustin’s locker to figure out which’s ones Eddie’s

Meanwhile, Eddie is already at his locker after sprinting from class to read the note. He’s hiding the note in his locker as he reads you pining words about him, making him smile. While your last comment stings, he can’t help to only focus on your positive notes. That in this very moment, you want him.

When you run into Dustin he let you know which locker is Eddie’s but Eddie wasn’t there. You asked him where he goes for last period and Dustin says he doesn’t know. You grunt and he begins to ask why you want to find him so bad. You tell him it’s none of his business and give his hair a tussle.

After 4th period you still couldn’t find Eddie so you decide to go to your uncles trailer and scout him out. You’re not going to approach him because if he doesn’t have to note and you ask him about it he would never shut up until you tell him what’s on it.

You see him park his van as you sit smoking your third cigarette on the porch, talking to your uncle about the situation. You’ve never mentioned Eddie to him but you needed to rant to someone about it. He was shocked but also rooting for the two of you metal heads. You rolled your eyes and he nudged you when Eddie began to walk towards you. You turn your head and instantly get red. You don’t know what else to do so you put out your cigarette and go inside. So much for keeping it cool. The door then opens behind you and it’s your uncle with a big stupid grin and Eddie behind him

“Oh Y/N” your uncle sings

“Fuck off! I’m gonna shower!” You say running into the bathroom

“Hey… um I read your note, no need to be ashamed sweetheart” Eddie says

You angrily walk out the bathroom and point a finger at Eddie, “that note was private, how fucking dare you! And don’t call me sweetheart”

“Hey hey hey, I’m just trying to make you feel better”

“Yeah? Well you know what will make me feel better? If you went home!”

There’s a few seconds of silence before your uncle says “I sense a lot of tension here… so I’m gonna go to work and when I get back you guys better have solved this… but not on my bed or the couch or the kitchen counter or— you know just go bananas, I’ll pick up some bleach on the way back” he goes into his room for a few seconds to get his backpack and then heads out

The whole time your jaw was on the floor and you were frozen. Eddie had a stupid grin plastered on his face.

“You heard the man” Eddie says

“Fuck you” you whisper, looking at his lips, you couldn’t help it

“You wish” Eddie whispers back. His face was so close to yours that you could smell his faint scent of amber cologne, leather and cigarettes

Eddie begins to walk out, arrogantly, hoping you’d pounce on him and rip his clothes off. He opens the door and turns around to you

“Do you wanna come over?” He asks slyly

You don’t say anything, but your eyes say everything. You feel your thighs throbbing and begin walking towards him. He pushes the door forward and you walk past him and to his trailer. He was always a few steps behind you.

When he lets you in the trailer you turn around and look at him. Even though you act tough, he’s making you weak in the knees. You hope he makes the first move. And he does. He puts his hand on your chin, lifting it up, and he gives you a soft kiss. He pulls away and you look into each others eyes. You lean in again and kiss him more passionately this time.

He grabs your face with both hands you put your hands on his chest, slightly gripping his shirt. He slowly inches his way down and to your breast. You let out a soft moaning, causing him to smile against your lips.

You pull away “can we go to… the bedroom”

“Why?” He asks mischievously. He wants to hear you say it

You laugh and then gain a little more confidence “so you can fuck me so hard I can’t stand up”

“‘Mmm” he says and kisses you hard. He pulls away to hold your hand and pull you into the bedroom. He removes his shirt and you do the same. You then pounce on each other before falling onto the bed. You land on top of Eddie and he unclips your bra as you make out ferociously. Once your bra is off he stares at your tits as if they are golden artifact at the beginning of Raiders of the Lost Ark and he’s Indians Jones himself. You sit up to remove his jeans and then your own

“So impatient” he laughs as he takes off his boxers.

“I need you inside me” you moan

You get on top but he flips you over and kisses you down your stomach and to your pussy.

“You’re fucking soaked, Y/N” he groans

You laugh and he begins to rub your clit slowly. You yelp as his finger enters you and then he begins to kiss your clit. You’ve never had someone do this before. He laps up your wetness, focusing on your clit and also going in and out of you with his fingers. The coldness of his rings are at your entrance, a stimulation you’ve never felt.

You moan and run your fingers through his hair as he sucks your clit and pumps his fingers in and out of you. You start to feel heat in your pelvis and thighs and know you’re close. You’ve always had this feeling and then it would go away, but you would tell people you came to make things not so awkward. But this time an orgasm was really coming. Looking down and seeing Eddie looking back up at you with his deep brown eyes as he softly thrusts into the mattress is what finally did it. You yell an exasperated “fuck” and writhe below him as he keeps going, causing you to squirt into Eddie mouth, neck and chest. But he keeps going, gripping onto your thighs for dear life.

“Eddie Eddie Eddie!!” You gasp, and he looks up at you, clearly very proud of himself

“Yes?” he says with a smile

“Cum inside me” is all you want to say

“Oh baby” he says and he leans down to kiss you.

He grips his cock and lines it up at your entrance. He pushes in easily and you both let out loud moans. He sits in, deeply, for a few seconds and stares down at you, softly stroking one of you nipples, his tongue grazing the other. He gently pulls out and thrusts roughly back in causing you to scream and claw at his back. He does it again. And again. And again.

He sits up and outs your calves on his shoulder as pumps in and out of your wet pussy. Just looking at him is enough to make you come undone again.

“I’m gonna cum, baby” you say mindlessly

“Me too— fuck”

You clench around him causing him to empty his warm cum into your pussy. Thank fuck you’re on birth control.

He thrusts a few more times before stopping and laying down his head in the crook of your neck.

He begins to laugh and you ask him “what are you laughing about” in between gasps for air

“I just… never finished to fast, I’m sorry”

“Eddie it was amazing. It’s fine”

“I don’t know what you did to me” he says looking up “but just seeing you below me, I couldn’t believe I was finally fucking you”

“Me too” you smile

“You know you’re not as mean as you let on” he says

“Neither are you”

He kisses you on your cheek and laughs

“What now?” You laugh

“You called me ‘baby’… why?”

“I… what?” You face turns bright red

“You did”

“Sorry” you say nervously

“No it’s fine”

“Well you said you finally got to fuck me. What’s that about, huh?”

“It’s exactly what I meant. I’ve wanted to fuck you since Iaid eyes on you”

“You what!?” You yell sitting up

“Honestly. You’re the hottest girl in town. Maybe in the whole state. You know what, you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen in my life”

“Oh stop” you say flustered

“Really. I’ve been wanting to ask you out but I thought you hated me”

“I do”

Eddie laughs “I could always sense the tension though, but I didn’t wanna assume”

“Me too. Plus you’d always have a girl here every weekend. I didn’t know if it was the same girl and you were going steady or something.”

“No different girls… wait did you spy on me”

“No! When I go smoke sometimes you’re busy rearranging someone’s insides… I’d… sometimes… well all… the times… wish it was me” you confess

“Fuck baby” he moans and kiss you “you’re gonna make me wanna rearrange your insides again”

“Think you can last this time?” You joke

“Woah!” Eddie yells “come here” and flips you onto the bed, making you two burst into laughter

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut

[lunacvte]

Defending Mammon ☆

listen- so i was playing obey me and i was thinking about how much Mammon get’s slandered on and i was like “I wonder how he would feel about that if it was real life”, just getting called all this stuff by his own brothers and such- i know it’s not as serious in the game as i’m gonna make it sound in this writing, but i thought it’d be a fun topic so here i am 🤭

Without further ado, This is also my first real writing, i hope everyone enjoys it >:) no real warnings except for some fighting between the brothers, name calling, nothing too serious! Overall happy ending 🫶🏻

Characters: gn!reader, Mammon, The demon bro’s ofc

Fandom: Obey Me!

Since the first day you woke up in the devildom, everyday has been — well, let’s just say you’ve experienced more in a few months than the average human does in… years.

Constant arguments, fights, endless homework, tasks given to you to complete from Lucifer himself, more arguments, telling a grown, nearly 6 ft tall demon man to get away from the fridge and go to bed at 3am- it’s exhausting work.

You can say you try your best to mend all the problems each brother has, without completely getting into everyone’s business which ultimately failed badly. Just doing all you can to grow closer with the 7 demons.

There is a certain demon you’ve actually grown quite close to though. Mammon! The target for all ill-talk amongst the brothers. Getting called “scumbag”, “moron”, “idiot”, “self-centered tsundere”, the list goes on, and you’ve heard all the insults in the book.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel a little bad for Mammon when he does something dumb and get’s slandered for it. But he usually always has some sort of comback or just disregards whatever they say, so you don’t contemplate about it too much.

It seems as though he’s used to this treatment, never really getting sad over it, only ever annoyed since it constantly happens, but it’s clearly nothing too serious, you thought to yourself. At least thats what you figured, he was “THE Great Mammon” after all, why would some puny insults get to such a powerful immortal like him?

He seemed a bit off the past few days, though. He didn’t barge in your room as soon as morning came, to wake you up for breakfast and to get ready for class, he was still somewhat his usual self, raving to you about his thoughts of how to make more money, complaining about how boring Lucifer’s or Diavolo’s lectures and meetings are, the usual. He hardly paid any attention to his brothers whenever they spoke to him, barely acknowledging them.

It started off with Beel, asking him to help make breakfast for everyone since it was his turn to cook and he wanted to get it done before Lucifer woke up and classes started, but Mammon ignored his request and continued on with the conversation he was having with you. Beel shook his head without bothering with him. You thought it was really unlike Mammon, but regardless, you didn’t intervene.

And that’s how the whole day so far went. And as the brothers recognized his behavior, they were getting fed up with it. So here everyone was, in the lounge/study area, minding their business for now, but more was bound to happen.

You and Mammon had been sitting on couch doing some homework and talking all about one of his modeling experiences when everyones heads turned to the stairway, as a shout echoed into the room, it was Levi’s voice, of course yelling Mammons name. It wasn’t long before Levi was stomping down the stairs, you could see he was holding what seemed to be a wallet, though it was opened and empty.

“DID YOU REALLY TAKE ALL OF THE MONEY INSIDE THIS WALLET?!” Levi yelled, walking closer towards both you and Mammon. You looked at him, seeing his lips part, as if he was going to say something but nothing came out. All of the brothers just quieted down and watched the scene.

“Well?? You’re the only one who could be dumb enough to go through someone’s room!” He claimed, holding the wallet with a fist.

You were about to try calming Leviathan, but before you could say anything, Mammon finally spoke out.

“W-well it was when ya told me i could take some cash-! Y’know, for the ring i wanted..! Listen Levi, i-i said i’d pay ya back, i’m not in the mood right now to be-“ Mammon was cut off by the angry demon in front of us.

“You’re not in the mood? Well neither am I! I told you i’d give you some cash, this was a wallet that was hidden from you for a reason, and now it’s empty! How’d you even find this?? I guess you really are such a greedy dumbass to steal from your own brother!” He shouted once again, making everyone look at Mammon with disappointed eyes.

“Mammon. How much did you take for Levi to be this fumed?” Satan suddenly intervened, looking at him as he rested the book he had been reading on his lap. Mammon scoffed and glanced at you for a split second, only to look away at a random wall. “I-it was just like.. 100 grimm or something..” he mumbled, though everyone could hear.

It felt like you could hear everyone in the room sigh, Seeing Asmo roll his eyes and go back to maintaining his nails as if he didn’t care about just another dumb fight of his older brothers.

“HAH! You’re real good at making jokes, you know that?? Try 2,000 grimm! I had exactly 2,031 grimm in here!! And its all gone! you’re such an idiot, Mammon- words can’t even explain how mad I am. You get your greedy hands on EVERYTHING the second you get a chance to, without any regard for anyone else! But stealing THAT much money?? From me?? You really thought i wouldn’t notice?? I was saving up for a gift for everyone here so we could enjoy it as a family but you ruined that! I seriously can’t stand you.”

Everyone just stared at Leviathan as he ranted on and on, shocked at his words that came out so harshly.

And so the insults rolled in.

“Seriously Mammon? You’re gonna lie and say 100 grimm when it was actually that much? So stupid.”

“I doubt you’re even gonna give it back. Or pay him back, nonetheless.”

“You always do this. Why can’t you just learn already? We get you’re the sin of greed but why can’t you just earn money like everyone else??”

“Don’t expect me to help out this time when Lucifer ties you up to the ceiling.”

“All this shouting is making me too hungry…” (pls beel would say this, can’t prove me wrong 😭)

Mammon just clenched his jaw and rested his head on his hand. He wasn’t arguing back or standing up for himself like usual or even making a joke out of it, he just sat there at took it all. While you don’t agree with what he did, he didn’t deserve to have such demeaning things said to him. He made a stupid mistake, but who’s to say he really won’t do it again?

After a few minutes of all his brothers scolding him, you just looked at Mammon, seeing how his eyes were coated with a glossy look. Was he really on the verge of crying? You knew he was sensitive when it came to stuff that scared him, or sad movies, but you’ve never actually seen him almost cry.. and it broke your heart.

“Guys, stop! All this yelling is giving me a headache.” You said, not too loudly but clear enough for everyone to hear over each other’s voices, and the room did infact quiet down once again. Mammon just looked over at you, his expression was soft, but you could tell he was surprised.

“Do you all think this constant scolding and arguing doesn’t affect him?? Yes, he shouldn’t have touched the money that didn’t belong to him, but how can you guys sit here and call him “stupid”, and “dumbass”, as if he’s supposed to just shrug it off later?? You all act like you’re perfect when everyone in this room has their flaws and faults, so i’m done hearing this constant “let’s make Mammon the bad guy” here, because he’s not! He took some money that can be replaced. Levi, you should know that Mammon is now sorry for taking the money, but you can just work a bit more or make money online like you usually do, can’t you? You all only have one brother like Mammon, and I know you all love him despite the things he does, so why can’t you just cut him some slack sometimes??”

You huffed after practically saying everything you wanted in a short few breaths, seeing everyones expressions turn to shock. Once again, you got into everyone’s business, like this argument that had nothing to concern you with, but it needed to be done. Mammon was someone who was close to you and you cared about him, even if he did things you wouldn’t agree with.

Mammon just looked at you with eyes that were more teary than before and blushed furiously before looking down at his lap. No one knew what to say, this was the first time their sweet human had snapped like this, getting in between their fight. As everyone sat there in silence, you contemplated on if you should have just kept your mouth shut.

“I’m.. sorry, i just couldn’t sit here while you all called someone important to me such things..” you murmured.

“Are you kidding? You just ended a whole falling-out between Levi and Mammon- who never shut up, with just words! Are you sure you don’t have some magic in you?? Honestly.. it was quite attractive~ having you scold us like that~” Asmo stated, his tone sounding astonished, though adding a little giggle at the end.

“Yeah.. usually lucifer has to get in the middle of things by punishing one of them.. clearly he’s been doing things wrong this whole time.” Belphie stated.

“More importantly.. you really- stood up for me?” Mammon uttered out, having everyones attention turned towards him once again.

“Well.. yeah, like I said. I’m done with the arguing..”

“MCCCC!!~ I can’t believe you said such adorable things about meeee.. i might really cryyy…” your whole body suddenly jolted from the force of Mammon throwing his arms around you completely, his head rested on your shoulder as he happily sobbed.

Whattt is happening.

“Just because mc was here to defend you this time doesn’t make what you did okay. You better work to pay Leviathan back. Every single 2,031 grimm. Or we’ll tell Lucifer about all this and have him exterminate your precious credit card.” Satan said with a familiar stern voice, similar to Lucifers lecturing tone.

But not once did Mammon move his head from your shoulder, you just chuckled and patted his back softly.

“I think he understands.” You told Satan.

“Good. Let’s get food from Hell’s Kitchen now, i’m starving” Beel smiled, as all of us gave him a “we literally just ate dinner an hour ago..” look.

~

Later that night, Mammon lightly tapped your bedroom door that was half open, not wanting to be loud incase you were asleep, but you were infact awake. You sat up from your bed and turned on your lamp, giving him a faint smile as you rubbed your eyes to adjust to the light.

“What’s up, Mam’s?”

“Uh.. I wanted to thank ya for earlier.. i don’t think many people would stand up for someone like me or for what I did so.. hearing that I’m someone important to you really made me happy.. happier than I think i’ve ever been.” He said, looking away from you, knowing that he was flustered beyond belief.

“Of course, but you ever pull something like that again, and i’ll scold you myself. And i don’t take theft lightly, got that? You really hurt Leviathan.” You said, patting the spot right next to you on your bed, letting Mammon sit down beside you.

And so, you both ended the day laying next to each other, talking and laughing until the middle of the night and the time came around to cuddle up and fall asleep.

~

A/N : AHH MY FIRST WRITING IS COMPLETE SNDNMA I HOPE THIS WASN’T TOO LONG AND BORING i’m just a beginner 🥹

#obey me #mammon x reader #obey me! shall we date? #obey me fluff #PLS GIVE ME REQUESTS OF WHAT TO WRITE #leviathanobeyme #lucifer obey me #asmodeusobeyme #satan obey me #belpheghor #beelzebub obey me #obey me mammon #mammon x mc

[jeonginsdiary]

can I request for a lee!hueningkai and lee!Yeonjun with the rest of the members as lers? So I had an idea yesterday, imagine that one of them gets tickled lightly by only 1 ler, while the other lee gets wreck by the 2 other lers.

only the one getting lightly tickled can say “switch”, which will have the one getting lightly tickled by one ler, get wrecked by the 2 other lers and vice versa

it’s kinda like a loyalty game, the lee that’s only getting lightly tickled could just leave the other to get wrecked and never say “switch”, and then the one getting wrecked could inspire pity and the three lers just gang up on the betrayer and the scenarios are endless XD

ofc, you can change the roles for each members, and if there are too many characters then you’re free to change the request <3

thank you!

Okay so I think I understand the concept of this one!

I apologize if what I wrote wasn’t the plot you were expecting but i’ll try to write it based off of what I think you mean!

[I’m literally writing the first half of this on my way to dance class HAHAHA]

Lee: Huening Kai

Lee: Yeonjun

Ler: TxT

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Fun and Games

It had been a hectic day for TxT.. They had a break from performing and they were definitely using that to there advantage. The members were spending ALL day playing games with each other as they bonded. The majority of their games were just stuff that came to mind like hide and seek, tag, board games, etc. Eventually, the members felt like they had played it all. The group sat slumped on the couch, unsure of what they should do next. “Ugh, i’m so bored!” Said a frustrated Yeonjun, who playfully laid his whole body on top of Soobin. “Yah! Get off of me!” grumbled a frustrated yet evil Soobin as he poked Yeonjun’s sides. “Wahahait stohop!” Yeonjun giggled as he fell off of the younger. “You know, hasn’t Yeonjun been annoying us for like a week straight now?” Soobin said while mercilessly squeezing his hyungs stomach, resulting in screams mixed with laughs as Yeonjun desperately tried to escape.

These kind of things happened so much between the members that the rest of them already knew what Soobin was implying. “Hmm, I suppose so..” Replied a smiley Beomgyu who climbed on top of the struggling Yeonjun while Soobin yanked the others arms up, completely exposing his torso. “WAIT WAIT GUYS!” Yelled a distressed Yeonjun who attempted pulling his arms down only to be met with teases of how he “couldn’t get away”. “AHH DON’T!” Screamed the poor boy as he watched Taehyun stretch his fingers towards his upper ribs, a pretty bad spot for Yeonjun. Taehyun being as evil as he is, slowed his fingers down so he was reaching towards the olders ribs ever so slowly. Yeonjun tried wiggling his body the other way, failing miserably as Taehyun’s hands just came closer and closer. All three of them just laughed at Yeonjuns begging before Taehyun buried his hands deep into the olders upper ribs, resulting in a loud scream from the older who was now laughing hysterically. “STAHAHAP! HEHELP MEHE HYUKA!” Begged the boy as he directed his eyes towards the maknae. Huening Kai just sat there, a million thoughts going through his head. Should he help Yeonjun? Or should he help his hyungs wreck Yeonjun? “Come on Kai~ Help us!” Said an overjoyed Beomgyu as he wiggled his fingers on the olders stomach. “NOHO HELP MEHEHE!” Yeonjun retorted, hoping that he sounded at least a bit intimidating.

Eventually, the maknae decided to help Yeonjun. Why? Because he had been tickled well over a thousand times by his hyungs and he knew how bad it was. Hyuka still sat frozen on the couch, thinking of his master plan. He settled on a classic scheme, trying to tickle another member to get them to fall off of Yeonjun. He went with Soobin, who was pretty ticklish, making Hyuka believe it would be more effective. Kai then proceeded to stand up and walk over to the group, pretending like he was gonna attack Yeonjun with them. Instead, he stuck his fingers into Soobin’s exposed armpits, pulling a yelp from the older. To the maknaes dismay, Taehyun saw that coming, grabbing Kai’s sides and squeezing them full force, causing Huening Kai to let go of Soobin as he tried breaking loose from Taehyun’s grip. “AHAHAHA WAHAHAIT! IHIHI’M SOHORRY!” The younger laughed out as he twisted his body in every direction. “He tried to betray us!” Beomgyu said while finding the whole situation way too funny. He was still seated on Yeonjun, making it impossible for the older to escape. Soobin had moved back to holding the others arms up as Gyu had now switched to kneading the olders lower sides, causing Yeonjun to arch his back as he shook his head back and forth.

Taehyun on the other hand, had pinned down Huening Kai, scribbling only lightly on the youngers sides. Taehyun wasn’t gonna wreck the maknae solely because he knew how ticklish the poor boy was. There were now two boys, pinned to the ground. One screaming and laughing his head off and the other softly giggling. Soobin had wanted to have some fun with the older too, scribbling his fingers into each of Yeonjun’s armpits. The boy screamed, falling into helpless laughter soon after that. “GUHUHUYS NAHAHAHA!” Laughed Yeonjun who had the biggest smile stuck to his lips. “Aww look how cute you look~” Teased Beomgyu, who had started scooting down to sit on his hyungs thighs. Yeonjun just blushed as he now bucked his hips, not being able to before due to Beomgyu’s weight on them. “Hey hyung! I have a question!” A jubilant Gyu said as he paused his tickling. “Whahahat?” Replied a giggling Yeonjun who only had to focus on Soobin’s fingers which were roaming around his neck, not a very sensitive spot for the older but it still got him laughing and scrunching his shoulders. “I’ll tell you but you have to answer honestly.” Said an intent Beomgyu who watched the olders cute smile. “Okahahay juhust tell mehe!” Yeonjun replied, barely being able to take the anticipation anymore. “Okay..” Answered Beomgyu, purposely dramatizing the situation. “Are your..” He started his question, causing Yeonjun’s ears to perk up, still giggling hysterically along with Kai who was now having small shapes traced onto his bare tummy.

Beomgyu finally finished his sentence.. “Are your hips ticklish?” He questioned, drilling into the olders hips right after the sentence escaped his lips. “Wha- NOHOHOHO GYUHU STAHAHAHA-” Yeonjun screamed out as he was thrusted into silent laughter. “They are!” Soobin happily responded, knowing full well that this was the olders weak spot. Yeonjun thrashed his body around as he attempted to remove the youngers hands off of his hips by bucking up and forcefully yanking at his hands. He pulled so hard that Soobin had to stop tickling his neck in order to sit on the olders hands so he for sure couldn’t escape.

Kai, who was still softly giggling, watched in anxiousness as Yeonjun was put through torture. He knew how much it sucked when you were silently laughing and couldn’t to anything to get the attackers to stop. Soobin looked over at Hyuka, noticing how anxious he looked for his hyung. “Look Hyuka, if you really wanna save him just say ‘switch’ and we’ll only tickle him lightly, you’ll have to get wrecked instead though.” Soobin said while having the time of his life. What kind of offer was that? Why would Kai willingly get wrecked like that? Well.. in all honesty, Yeonjun did look like he was about to die.. Huening Kai did feel pretty bad for his hyung and after all he was pretty used to getting wrecked. It wouldn’t be that bad if it happened again, right? Wrong. The maknae didn’t even know how he survived all the tickle attacks coming from his hyungs. “So..?” Taehyun impatiently asked, waiting for an answer from the younger and disrupting the maknaes internal thoughts. “The longer you wait, the longer Yeonjun gets wrecked for~” Teased Beomgyu who was still torturing the older. Kai watched as Yeonjun arched his back up, bucked his hips, and attempted to beg, even though no sound came out of his mouth. Taehyun had now stopped tickling the maknae, eagerly waiting for a response. “Alright alright fine.. ‘switch..’” Huening Kai said hesitantly.

In the blink of an eye, Soobin and Beomgyu had climbed off of Yeonjun and on top of Hyuka, Beomgyu sitting on his thighs while Soobin sat on his arms just as they had done to Yeonjun. Taehyun immediately scrambled onto Yeonjun’s hips while he was still weak enough to not fight back. The olders face was completely red as he gasped for breath, rubbing his hips in attempts to get rid of the leftover tingly feeling. Unfortunately for the boy, he was stopped by Taehyun who took his weak arms, pinning them with his knees. “Ughh Taehyuhun!” Giggled the boy as Taehyun begun lightly poking his sides and stomach. “Hyung, you should be thanking Hyuka, he’s about to get wrecked!” Stated the younger boy matter of factly. Yeonjun shifted his eyes over to Kai and sure enough, the maknae was about to be put through torture. Beomgyu was carefully lifting the youngers shirt up, ignoring the maknaes pleas. Both Yeonjun and Taehyun were startled by a sudden scream as they looked over, watching Beomgyu as he suddenly blew a raspberry on the top of Hyuka’s stomach. The younger let out a loud scream, laughing hysterically as Beomgyu kept up his attack, giving the boy long raspberries all over his stomach, only coming up for air for a split second before lowering his head back down and blowing another one. “HYUHUHUNG AHAHANYTHIHING BUHUT THAT!” Screamed the maknae as he viciously jolted with every raspberry. “It’s your loss Kai, you shouldn’t have said ‘switch.’” Replied Soobin who was wiggling his pointer fingers into the boys lower ribs. “NAHAHA GUHUHUYS I CAHAN’T TAHAKE IHIT!” The vulnerable boy begged as Beomgyu placed as many raspberries as he could manage onto the boys exposed tummy. Huening Kai attempted to jerk his body upwards, but was met with a lengthy raspberry to his bellybutton in punishment for trying to escape, resulting in the highest pitched scream the maknae could muster. “Ow, Kai you’re hurting our ears!” Taehyun whined while he pinched Yeonjun’s sides and ribs, ignoring the boys giggly begging. “THEHEHEN TEHELL HYUHUNG TO STOHOP!” Screamed Kai who was a shrieking mess at this point. “Hmm, should I stop?” Questioned Beomgyu who had momentarily stopped his raspberry session. “Yeah maybe you should stop, I think his thighs would be a better place~” Teased Soobin, satisfied with how the younger begged them not to. “Wait hyung I have an idea..” Beomgyu told Soobin as he eyed the maknae. At this point, both of them had stopped tickling hyuka as they decided where to wreck him next. “W-what ihis it..?” Asked Huening Kai in suspense. Seeing the look in their eyes, Kai knew that this would not turn out good for him.

Taehyun had now stopped his light tickles with Yeonjun as he was now cuddling with his hyung. “Hmmm..” Beomgyu thought aloud, causing everyone’s in the rooms eyes to be on the mischievous boy. “I wonder..” Continued the boy. “Gyu just hurry up and finish your sentence.” Demanded an impatient Yeonjun. The rest of the members besides Taehyun, turned to Yeonjun after hearing his voice. “Ah, Taehyun’s done with you? How did you like it~” Questioned a devilish Soobin. “Tsk be quiet” Replied the oldest boy, ears turning red from the question. “Anyways, I wonder if..” Beomgyu said as all eyes were back on him. “You’re just like Yeonjun hyung..”

“What is that supposed to AH-” Before the maknae could even finish his sentence, he was caught in an endless fit of laughter. The evil Gyu made his way into the very hollow of the boys hips, pressing down with his thumbs and massaging in deep. The younger tried letting out a scream. Unfortunately for him, it was way too sensitive for the boy that all he could get out of his mouth was an “AH” before he was swallowed in the loudest laughter he’s ever produced. Besides when they tickle his thighs.. But we all know that, don’t we? “NONONO STOHOP STOHO-” The defenseless Hyuka could only scream out a few of his pleas until, just like Yeonjun, he too was thrown into endless silent laughter. “He is just like Yeonjun!” Beomgyu stated happily as he continued his attack. The worst part was that Kai couldn’t even try and pull his arms down. Soobin was still seated on his wrists, outstretching the younger boy and making it impossible for him to fight back! Now Huening Kai had gotten absolutely wrecked by his hyungs way too many times and he knew full well that tugging at his wrists, arching his back, and bucking his hips up never worked.. But it’s still worth a shot, right? The younger fought as much as he could but just couldn’t escape. Well that plan flopped.

After seeing how much Kai was dying, they stopped their torture, leaving a panting maknae on the ground who rubbed his hips just like Yeonjun had done. “Dohon’t do thahat again!” The younger boy said tiredly as he focused his eyes on Beomgyu. “Hey, you’re the one who tried saving Yeonjun hyung!” Retorted the boy who helped the maknae onto the couch. “Yeah, I think we’re all done with games today, aren’t we?” Said Soobin as he draped a nearby blanket on Huening Kai’s body. The rest of the members just laughed as they all climbed onto the couch, cuddling as they one by one fell asleep to each other’s warm touches.

Oh how much they loved their troublesome Yeonjun and Hyuka..

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Wait I actually had so much fun writing this HAHAHA

I don’t know if this is just me but the beginning paragraphs feel different to how I normally write..? Did anyone else notice that??

I normally put a semi-long beginning to the story before the tk part but for this one I just got straight to it.. I hope you don’t mind!

Stay healthy <3

#kpop tickle #txt tickle #txt

[silent-partner-412]

I’m having a weird time with Shadow Dragon.

First and foremost, this game is fine. It’s fun even. It’s nice to play a game in this series that doesn’t feel like it’s constantly out to get me again, and I’ve been enjoying the gameplay and maps plenty enough. Also, it’s been fun seeing where a lot of iconic archetypes of the series have originated. Using Ogma and Navarre reminds me of playing FE6 and using Dieck and Rutger, Merrick with the Excalibur feels like using Asbel with the Grafcalibur, Cain and Abel are fun cuz they’re the OG Christmas Cavs, etc. Simply for the sake of understanding legacy it’s been interesting to play this game.

Except… I don’t know, the fact that all the units feel like other units I’ve used before in addition to the fact that the maps are like… just fine? It all makes this game feel like I’ve played it before, but in better/more interesting forms. Everything else about it other than the core gameplay feels lacking in heart or care, which is extremely weird for this series. I haven’t gotten far in the game but so far the games the story reminds me the most of are FE6 and FE7, which basically means it’s boring and hard to care about. Which like, fine. I was never expecting this game to have a mind blowing story, but not having even support conversations really stings. By this point in the series it was more or less a standard, and in the few games I’ve played that don’t have them the main plots were able to pick up the slack, but it really doesn’t seem like this game’s plot is gonna do that (we’ll see though, I’m only at I think Chapter 8).

Moving on though, the graphics and presentation are, to be quite honest, horrendous for this series’ standard. The character designs and art style are extremely unappealing, the maps have this realistic aesthetic that has aged terribly, and it all just looks bad altogether. This game directly follows the Tellius games chronologically, which on its own feels weird because how the hell do you go from Radiant Dawn to the muddy grossness that is this one? But even then, the GBA games look significantly better. The SNES games look significantly better. I think the only games I could say it looks better than are the NES ones, but even then comparing to the NES games feels like punching down. It’s just bizarre, because if you’re going to remake the first game in your series, why do it like this? This doesn’t feel like a celebration of the series’ roots, it feels like they did whatever was quickest and easiest because they don’t have a lot of resources to work with (which to be fair, they probably didn’t).

This game, as a remake, feels like it has the opposite problems of Echoes. That game felt like a love letter to Gaiden in terms of its presentation, story, and characters. It ultimately failed for me because it was awful to play, but it’s hard to not feel the amount of care that went into that game. I don’t feel any of that with Shadow Dragon. I think I’ll end up ultimately liking it more than Echoes since the gameplay is, at worst, fun, which is more than Echoes could say at any point while I was playing it. What can I say, gameplay is the most important part of a video game to me, and this game has that at the very least. But it has almost nothing else, which is a real shame.

#fire emblem #fe11 #shadow dragon #i have a LOT more to say on this game than i expected

[kitkatopinions]

I feel like it’s annoying when people say things like “You’re just mad that RWBY isn’t doing what you want / following your headcanons” for three reasons.

Long post full of RWDE ahead.

Reason 1. Because just like with complaints that RWBY criticism gets into hate, this is just something totally normal that toxic RWBY fans have decided should be forbidden for no reason other than their dislike of seeing it. People are allowed to complain about media not going the way they wanted it to or being different from how they thought. When I play a Sonic game and it has way more ‘Classic Sonic’ elements than I like, there would be nothing wrong with me telling people in person and online that I’m sick of classic Sonic elements and want more Dreamcast/Adventure Era style Sonic games. It might be my personal opinion and I know for a fact that there are people who think all Sonic should be doing is making more games like the old classics, but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong or bad for me to express my opinion. It’s honestly so weird that there’s this “nothing but the most objective, emotionless criticism is allowed’ mentality. This sort of complaint might not always be objectively true and something everyone should think, but it makes it no less valid for the person experiencing it. If someone is like “Man, I was watching RWBY because I really dug the ‘combat school’ elements, so now that they’re not in combat school anymore, the show is boring,” nobody has to jump in and rant at them for “just not liking RWBY because it doesn’t conform to what they want!” The person isn’t obligated to keep liking something that no longer fits what they want or like to see in or are interested by just because... Idk, loyalty? And the person also isn’t obligated to not talk about why they found that change annoying just because it’s not an indisputable objective fact.

Reason 2. Because most of the time, people aren’t actually talking only about completely subjective opinions, most of the time there’s more they’re saying and complaining about that gets ignored. Someone will make a detailed post about how Blake’s entire character has been completely removed and now she acts like a completely different person, and someone else will be like “you’re just mad that the writers didn’t do Blake how you wanted.” Someone will make a post about how the writers have been sloppy with world building and don’t seem to put care into establishing anything properly, which is why the transition from a relatively simple school-based story to a big, involved ‘travel the world and save the world’ story has been lackluster and feels very disconnected, and someone else will be like “you’re just bitter because the writers are writing the story they want and not the story you convinced yourself was gonna happen.” Someone will complain that the writers speed-ran IW’s ‘fall to villainy’ and openly admitted that they used him gaining a new prosthetic as a way to symbolize his ‘loss of humanity’ and that the writers making their characters verbally insist that James ‘broke Mantle’ and is untrustworthy doesn’t mean much when they had failed to write him as an convincing villain in the seventh volume and the destruction of Mantle was in fact in the hands of others, and James had good reason behind almost everything he did and that the writers making Winter, Ozpin, and Qrow just accept that he’s full blown evil and not expressing an ounce of care towards him was bad characterization... And someone else will be like “Just because you wanted Ironwood to stay a hero doesn’t mean the writers are bad for making him a villain. Cry more about how you didn’t get what you want.” Like ???? If the post is specifically just being like “I’m disappointed because this show isn’t doing the things I want it to” then that’s valid actually and people are allowed to post shit like that. But if the post is specifically like “this shit is badly done and badly written, here’s why I think that” and the comeback from other people is them saying “you’re just mad because what you want isn’t canon” then I’m gonna think they just don’t have any real argument against the criticism. Imo, it’s actually RWBY’s like, defining trait at this point to have good ideas that are badly executed, that could’ve been good if they were in a better made show. But people will literally just stick ‘mad about headcanons not being true’ onto a very real piece of criticism and analysis and be like “There, that’s all disputed now.” Very weird behavior..... Very bad comeback in general.

Reason 3. A lot of the times, there’s like... A reason why a lot of expectations exist? I know better than most how kooky and twisted fandoms can get and how they run with stuff, but also a lot of expectations are based on things like prior characterization, build up, what the writers clearly want us to think, etc. So if for instance, the writing of RWBY and the theme songs and all are continuously telling us that this show is built around themes of hope, love, trust, and redemption, people saying “I wish RWBY actually did a good job with presenting these morals and had their paragon hero characters show these traits or at least have the narrative acknowledge wrongdoing when they don’t and I wish the narrative of characters wasn’t frequently hopeless” they’re not just expressing disappointment that what they want isn’t canon, they’re commenting on how RWBY fails to deliver on the themes it promised. The show is called RWBY and marketed around being a show about four women and all the merch has Team RWBY plastered all over it, so when someone says “I wish RWBY actually centered the main four girls more and it’s actually pretty weird and sus that Ruby spent almost the whole of season eight doing nothing helpful and then had a solution with Ambrosius literally given to her because she’s plucky only to lose and die when she’s supposed to be the main character” it’s not getting mad that what we want isn’t canon, it’s commenting on the fact that RWBY’s promised premise of being about powerful women feels like it isn’t true anymore and that’s frustrating. Even things like “Qrow and James or Qrow and Winter didn’t get enough screen time together” isn’t just because ‘people are mad that their ships aren’t true,’ it’s because these are dynamics that were introduced to us in season three that interested us and specifically with Qrow and James, it’s a dynamic we were strongly reminded of the existence of in season 6, and yet when it came time to actually have them interact, the writers shuffled Qrow off with Clover and then pretended like he and James had never been friends. The expectation was there because early work had been done and then went ignored. Even something small like people getting mad because Weiss, Blake, and Yang’s color schemes are so off? We’re not just frustrated because we don’t like the looks personally, we’re frustrated because the expectation of color mattering was given to us in the early seasons. Penny being a flesh human? That wouldn’t have actively hurt people if the show hadn’t gone out of its way to make sure we knew that Penny was a real person who deserved to be affirmed as and valued as a real person in her robotic body in volume two, thus giving the audience a perfectly understandable expectation that the narrative wouldn’t get flipped to ‘toss out that weird body and get the perfect normal, conforming one you always should’ve wanted.’ A lot of this stuff doesn’t just come out of nowhere, a lot of the expectations people have for RWBY exist because there was set up, and there was good reason to believe it. And just pretending that RWDE posters completely invented all this shit just so we could get mad is really freaking weird.

Like, imagine if Star Wars had Han frozen in carbonite and then was just like “meh” and forgot about him for the rest of the trilogy, and then when people were like “Um, what about Han?” other people were like “Omg, I can’t believe you’re mad just because your headcanon that Han was important didn’t come true.” Imagine if in Avatar the Last Airbender, they never had Zuko go to the good side in book three, and then when people were like “wait, so why did we have all this development with Zuko, then?” people were like “so your favorite bad boy didn’t turn good, you’re mad? The show writers don’t need to conform to your weird ideas.” Imagine if a new Incredibles movie came out that was all about how Supers are actually destructive and need to be contained and you’re like “but this doesn’t fit the theme of the other two movies at all and doesn’t even make sense” and then people call you a Mr. Incredible apologist and tell you that if all you care about is getting your headcanons affirmed than you should go write fanfiction. Imagine if you got a Spider-Man game that was called Spider-Man and had the Spider-Man logo on the front and the summary was like “Spidey’s on a new adventure in New York” and then you started playing the game and it was like way more about Deadpool and this random other kid who came into the game half way through and so you’re like “I thought this was supposed to be about Spider-Man,” and then you get people saying you’re an obsessed weirdo who can’t stand that the game writers had a vision you didn’t like. Just picture for a moment if during the next RWBY volume, the writers had Blake and Yang announce that they’re best friends and pat each other on the back and then Blake started talking about being in love with Sun, and you rightfully post online about how we were clearly meant to read Blake and Yang as romantic and it’s such a frustrating walk-back and it doesn’t make sense and then you had someone respond to your post with “well just because you like a ship doesn’t mean it has to be canon, you’re just mad because the show writers don’t cater to you.” That would rightfully be very frustrating!

Long post short, if people could please stop saying any variation of “you’re just mad that your headcanons aren’t true” that would be great.

#rwde #anti rwby #rwby criticism #rwby hate #anti fndm #pro ironwood

[raxistaicho]

Are we not Engaged? Part 5

Spoilers under the cut

-Dragon loli Azura is getting attacked by Corrupted.

-She’s looking for her sister. Alear 100%

-What does getting Sommie to max joy do anyways? Oh well, making the littler bugger happy is fun XD

-Alear Yunaka C: I can’t stop hearing Ahri when Yunaka talks lol. “I’ve merc’d a time or two,” okay that was legitimately nice word play. Honestly, I like Yunaka most when she slips into killer mode when she scores crits. I’m probably trying to read too deep into her, but I’m curious where her real self starts and ends.

-Louis Yunaka C: Louis gives her tea. What is it with Firenans and tea. Louis asks Yunaka about her family, Yunaka kinda dodges the question and Louis tactfully withdraws. Not much happens here, but I suspect we’re building to something.

-Citrinne uses big hurty lightning \o/

-Celine Louis C: T E A. Celine likes to smell her tea. Louis knows where special tea is and Celine’s excited.

-Alcryst Citrine C: Citrine’s training, Alcryst praises her for it. She’s upset about not being strong enough for some reason.

-Hmm, seems I can’t actually take master seals into battle, that’s interesting.

-On to Brodia castle and chapter 8.

-Oh wow, Brodia castle looks even harder to take than Firene castle.

-Diamant is coming to greet us, hopefully he doesn’t take a shot at us or try to start an international incident.

-There’s something off-puting about Diamant’s eyes.

-Morion’s voice actor is terrible.

-Diamant apparently argues with Morion not to leave the castle. What, is he not capable of defending himself in this kingdom of might? Also the game actually froze in the middle of Morion’s dialogue for a bit, I never had that happen in Three Houses.

-It happened again lol.

-Morion just tosses Roy’s ring at Diamant, wtf... I know I’m supposed to see him as good-hearted and friendly, but he’s just acting like a another doofus.

-Here’s Roy. Thank god his summoning tune wasn’t a remix of Beyond the Fucking Sky. Or at least not one I recognized.

-Oh hey, here Ivy. “She’s dodging all our wyverns’ attacks.” We’ll see if that translates to gameplay lol.

-Ivy’s gonna take my life and my soul. Oh boy, more edgy cliches. At least she’s not as annoying as Hortensia. Oh she’s actually remorseful.

-Oohhh, the Sage Lord was Leif.

-Oh christ I already don’t like Amber.

-Citrinne got a Constance level! \o/ Oh well, with her meh base speed she might as well quadruple-down on poking. Besides, I have Celine when I need a monster-fast mage (17 speed roflmao)

-Etie’s decision to just really really stupid strong worked out when she dealt Zelkov a crushing 22 damage with a crappy Longbow, lol.

-Zelkov is like he's trying to be Hubert but he doesn't realize part of the charm is Hubert just embraces who he is and also takes it out for a romantic evening. At least he’s not lacking in noticeable character traits like Kagetsu.

-”With this ring, nothing and no-one will take me down.” They all say that. Then I send Celine after them.

-We got Leif \o/

-”Emblem of Genealogy” I really fucking hate how Leif is representing Genealogy Gen 2 rather than Thracia.

-”How could I have failed,” you flew straight into an ambush.

-Wait, did we just let Ivy leave???

-King Hyacinth is trying to challenge Morion into combat.

-Morion is toss around death flags like crazy. No idea why Diamant is so afraid when Brodia has been at war with Elusia for ages.

 -Diamant is boring as shit as a character. Morion’s supposed to be jolly and fun but he’s just an idiot.

-Finally we reference whether or not Alear can turn into a dragon. She absolutely will before the end.

-Oh my god, Catherine’s alive and she got old and came to Brodia!!!

-Celine Alear B: TEA. Seems bandits are attacking tea trade routes. What is it with Firenans and tea. Eve is sending Celine after the bandits because... she knows the most about tea? What? Alear asks what she’ll do, Celine says she’ll “drive them off with pranks”. Celine, you’re like my best soldier, just go kill them all \o/ Celine laments that real life isn’t so fanciful, then she raises things to 11 by saying she’ll do whatever it takes to protect her people. I mean I have her burn my foes to death easily but eh.

-Oh nice this game carries over Echoes’s weapon transformation system. Except unlike Echoes it gives you materials at better than a drip-feet.

-Framme Chloe A: Oh my god, it’s still the same scene. Framme accidentally gave Chloe a sandwich of fried bugs. This is literally just their B support being repeated!

-Celine Etie B: T E A. Turns out Alfred almost died when he was young and Celine had to toughen up because of it. Etie’s hand is still trembling. Oh she’s using her weird weighted teacups again. Celine’s handled cannonballs???

Celine Alcryst C: Celine’s out late because she can’t sleep. She admits to having recurring nightmares due to lingering trauma of when Alfred was sickly, Alcryst says he fears Diamant dying too. This one was legitimately a good support convo, it’s like something from 3H.

-Citrine Clanne C: Citrinne bugs me, she’s trying to be a refined mature lady but she’s got the same babyface as the other girls. Clanne’s trying to help a withered wildfowe, Citrinne is pleased for it. I think this has something to do with her obsession with getting stronger.

-Oohh, gold corrupted. I wanna see what that’s all about.

-Oh no, the fog of war is back.

-Alear Alcryst C: Alear almost gets ambushed... by a wolf. Alcryst asks the wolf to leave Alear alone... and then begs it to leave... This is worse than anything Bernadetta ever did.

-I began a relay just now. Later I shall see what the ignorant masses achieve with my incredible Louis, Celine, and Chloe.

-Celine Alcryst B: Turns out Morion stupidly made Alcryst worry that his father and brother will die. Alcryst goes to check Diamant whenever he’s woken by his nightmares. They pledge to support each other.

-Alcryst Diamant C: They’re sparring. Diamant is mostly trying to help out Alcryst’s mindset, but Alcryst is stubbornly pessimistic. It ends on Alcryst wondering if Diamant has any weaknesses.

-Alcryst Lapis C: Alcryst vows to protect Lapis because he thinks he’s worthless, but it makes Lapis really uncomfortable.

-Vander Amber C: Vander is devoted and stuff, Amber’s stupidly looking for a legendary weapon he thinks might be at the Somniel because he’s Amber and he’s stupid. Vander tells Amber he needs to make a weapon legendary by becoming legendary.

That’s all for now, next will be chapter 9.

#fire emblem engage #spoilers

[bari-the-witch]

BAMF Chrissy?

This is basically a hellcheer rewrite of Stranger Things Season 4, with Chrissy Cunningham as the main character. Obviously she survived, instead another poor girl gets killed (sorry random girl #4534...) I wanted to give her a chance to break free from her cage and be the badass I imagine her to be.

The first chapter is only partially written, but here is a little snippet:

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Thursday, March 13, 1986

“Urgh, it’s no use!” Eddie droped his pen in annoyance. “How is anyone able to make sense of this shit? I mean - she gives up her perfect life to run away with a criminal just out of love? That’s …”

“Romantic? Cute? Absolutely adorable?”

“No it’s dumb, that’s what it is. Totally unrealistic.”

“Oh? So Mr. ‘Forced conformity is killing the kids’ wants Daisy Buchanan to stay with her boring husband and not with Jay Gatsby instead?” Chrissy raised one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows. “Who are you, and what did you do with Eddie Munson?”

“He died out of boredom in last period. And I know what I said. But in this case, the book would’ve lost a couple of pages I didn’t need to read right now.” Eddie glared at it as if it had personally offended him.

Chrissy couldn’t suppress a giggle. “So that’s everything it takes to let you give up your principles? The final exam in English literature by Mrs. O’Donnell? I’m disappointed Eddie, really disappointed.” She tried to manage a stern look and failed.

“Ok wow, no one calls Eddie Munson a quitter just because he wants to have an easier life for once”, he huffed, pointing an accusing finger at her. “And don’t say her name again. I’m almost positive she gets summoned from the demon realm by it.” He looks around the library as if he wanted to make sure Mrs. O’Donnell hadn’t miraculously spawned out of thin air.

“You are unbelievable sometimes, you know that?” Chrissy rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “And don’t believe for one second that I don’t know what you’re playing at. Eyes back on the book Mr., we’re not finished yet.”

This made Eddie sigh in annoyance. “Help me remember why asked you to help me again?”

“I think it was out of pure desperation. And because you thought I was nice and would make things easy for you I guess.” Chrissy’s smile was saccharine sweet with a devilish glint in her eyes.

“Never been more wrong in my life”, he mumbles under his breath, but of course, Chrissy heard every word, which prompted her to punch him in the shoulder. “See? Not nice at all. First insults, now bodily harm, what’s next? Gonna push my head into the toilet bowl like a real bully?”

“Don’t tempt me, Munson. And now enough with the distraction, we have a paper to write.” She pushed the book in his direction and Eddie finally complied. He opened the book and started reading where they had left off before their quarrel.

Studying with Eddie was no easy task for her, and felt more like herding cats than anything else. Feral, crazy cats who had the attention span of goldfish, juggling with three different kinds of things while everything was on fire. But to her complete surprise, she also liked doing it. He was kind and unbelievingly entertaining, always making her laugh and smile with his dramatics and stupid jokes.

Over six months they had become kind of friends from something, that had started as simple study dates to help Eddie finally graduate this time. Unfortunately, their friendship was restricted to hanging out at the library, because her boyfriend Jason wasn’t a big fan of Eddie. And unfortunately, Chrissy didn’t have the guts to stand her ground and go against him. So to Jason and the rest of the school, Eddie and Chrissy simply were study buddies and nothing more.

They were able to finish the paper before the library closed off and kicked them out for the day.

After saying their goodbyes and planning their last meet before spring break next week, Chrissy hurried outside to the parking lot where Jason was waiting. She should be glad to see her boyfriend again, she really should, but after the friendly and relaxed hours with Eddie, she always felt suffocated getting into his car. To her, it also felt like she had to be a completely different person with him, switching from cheerful and happy, to silent and reserved. But maybe relationships worked like that.

“You’re late.”

She wasn’t and he knew that. But Jason always had to nag at her about something.

“Sorry”, she replies timidly, buckling up.

Jason started the car and they drove off. “Munson tried anything funny?”

“No, he didn’t. He never does.”

He always asked that. As if Eddie was some kind of monster, who had nothing better to do than grab innocent girls during studying and have his merry way with them. Chrissy felt hot under her collar at that thought, hastily shoving it aside before Jason could notice her blushing. And it was true what she said, Eddie was a total gentleman in this department. He never tried to get close to her, always keeping his distance, and for an unknown reason this bothered Chrissy to an extent, she wasn’t ready to dwell on.

“Good. I don’t like that you are spending so much time with him, even if it’s just for studying. He’s dangerous Chrissy, trust me. People like him sooner or later flip and I don’t want you to stand in the line of fire when that happens.” Jason sounded worried, taking her hand during his little speech and squeezing it lightly. It was nice of him to worry, even if it was unnecessary.

Eddie was a good guy, and hopefully one day Jason was able to see it too.

So she kept her mouth shut until that happened, dodging unnecessary discussions they had had about a hundred times since her and Eddie’s little study arrangement had started.

She was a good girlfriend after all like Jason and her mother wanted her to be. She liked to keep them happy. And if they were happy, she was happy. Easy as that.

#hellcheer #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #chrissy x eddie

[thewingedwolf]

I’m gonna attempt to watch through all of Buffy bc tbh I don’t…remember a lot of it. So much of it is also filtered through my 12 year old mind and that was just a mess of hormones and repressed sexuality so it’s not reliable at ALL (I mean who knows I might give up at one point like I did with Glee lol).

Anyway Im halfway through s2 and my opinions are

Sarah Michelle Gellar really holds the script all together ya kno. She’s just absolutely pitch perfect right off the bat

Especially obvious bc I forgot how bad the acting is in the first two seasons, it’s just SMG and Anthony Stewart Head giving the performances of their lives and everyone else is giving their best High Schooler Attempting And Failing To Deliver A Hamlet Soliloquy

I think it’s funny that Willow almost right away seems to see morality as much greyer than any of the Scooby Gang. She tends to see the good in bad people because she wants to believe in the power of redemption. It’s interesting when you think about it in terms of her story as the series goes on.

Why does the show try to convince us that Willow and Xander have chemistry. There is Nothing there

I adore Joyce. I can already tell the reason her death made me hysterical as a tween is because she’s not just a compelling character (and not to ever give That Bitch any props, but a mom being ALIVE can be so hard to come by in SFF and I’ve complained about it before), but sometimes she reminds me of the women in my family, and U Kno I Love Projecting

That theme really does go so hard tho

Giles puts up a good fight but like 3 episodes in he is so EAGER and READY to play the father to Buffy, Xander, and Willow and loudly complain about how they don’t treat their father with respect lol

Dru/Spike is just as appealing to me now as it was to me as a tween, I just love Villain Who Is Devoted To His Wife dynamics, and Dru is so weird and SO FUN

The kid who plays the Anointed One is so boring, I’m sorry little kid but show an emotion bro

Honestly, while I think s1 is a bit uneven, the show picks up Immediately when Spike and Dru show up. They bring such a fun, uniquely stylized villainy to the show, and I think that’s when it really starts to cement its own flair of urban fantasy, and even tho I want to fight Joss Whedon with my bare hands, I GET why this flavor of urban fantasy completely took over the genre

I love the way Xander dresses because I dressed exactly like that in middle school and I’m very embarrassed to realize that my friends were right I was SUCH a frumpy dresser

I loved Bangel as a kid but I also LOVED Cordelia/Angel (like I was DEVASTATED when she died I loved her so much) and seeing Cordelia and Angel hit it off IMMEDIATELY even when he’s dating Buffy made me giggle lol Angel really does find her very charming

Okay but imagine you are Giles and you finally have your life on track as a Watcher and you’ve gotten used to suddenly being a dad to 4 children and a vampire, and you don’t even LIKE half your new children but it’s fine, you’ve got it under control, the principal likes you, you’re making friends, and then your evil ex boyfriend shows up Lichrally just so he can get off on you beating the shit out of him like how angry would you be??! The life of a DILF is so hard

I am just now realizing I had a huge crush on Drusilla when I was a kid and it’s in character bc Zhaan in Farscape was my bi awakening but why did I have such weird taste in women as a teenager bro

(Also omg I think I was in love with Cordelia??? Ajsjdjd I repressed so many crushes on girls as a kid holy shit)

#JusticeForJennyCalendar she was so cool and she dressed so cool and watching Giles trip over his feet around her was so damn cute

I love the Spike/Dru/Darla/Angel fucked up family dynamic, it was my FAVORITE in the show

Feels like the show is hell bent on making Buffy pay and make amends for not having a crush on Xander and it is so annoying. Like every time she shows An Interest in Angel or another guy, Xander gets to be there Suffering Loudly, and Buffy once again has to make space for his continued forcing of the responsibility of his feelings onto her. Why is this her problem?

So I know we canceled Angel in the first few seasons for dating a high schooler when hes 300 or whatever, but Angel is just SO emotionally repressed post-getting-his-soul-and-breaking-up-with-Darla that I don’t think he’s mature enough for older friends, he’s just so whiny in a specifically teenagery way

But also doesn’t he ever get tired of a bunch of high schoolers constantly trying to be his best friend after awhile??

This is not me saying I hate Angel, I love that emotionally repressed, painfully awkward broody bitch he’s my man in all his awkwardly Byronic glory

I loved Xander/Cordelia, they are so funny together

I just love Kendra so much, I wish we’d had her for longer

I think I might get way farther in this rewatch than I expected because I’m actually really enjoying myself. We’ll see how long my attention span lasts

#rani liveblogs buffy #btvs #Rani's liveblogging tag #um #anti xander harris #ish? #buffyverse

[thebonerpit]

I need to talk about Dragon Age Absolution because yeah I’m late to the party but I finally watched it...

First of all, I can’t get over the utter ridiculousness of Hawke failing to kill not one but TWO villains. Like. what the FUCK lmfao. This poor man/woman. And poor Varric too, holy shit. But I am a bit confused because Varric was viscount of Kirkwall at the end of DAI right? Was this already happening and he somehow just didn’t notice?? (There was also some weird timeline fuckery with Hira saying her family was killed by Venatori when she was a small child but now she’s at least 20 and the Venatori didn’t even exist until DAI. DA4 cannot be 15+ years later, that would be bananas.)

I was kind of spoiled for the Meredith reveal but I didn’t know she was fully aware and talking and controlling red lyrium templars?!?!?! I thought she was just gonna be the red crystal and that artifact was going to wake her up but I guess she’s already awake, so maybe it’s to give her a body again? IDK IDK.

Unfortunately I didn’t love Miriam. She’s just the type of character I don’t generally like... kinda 2edgy4u y’know? I mean she’s basically a female Fenris but the difference is we had a whole-ass game to get to know him and see his personality emerge and see him work through his trauma but this entire series was over SO fast that I never felt like I knew her at all. I knew Hira was going to betray them because there was absolutely no fucking way Fairbanks was the real traitor and if you played Inquisition you probably knew that too. It sucks he died but at least he wasn’t a bastard. Oh and speaking of Hira I just find it so funny that she was like “yeah I asked the Inquisition to go WAR with Tevinter and they said NO can you believe?!” and I’m like YES I can believe, what the fuck? Are you kidding me?? You think the Inquisition - who are already being scrutinized and accused of being power hungry and are dealing with mountains of other things - are going to start a war with one of the most powerful nations in Thedas? I have to laugh.

Rezaren had the personality of a piece of wet bread and I was zero percent interested in his whiny shenanigans. Although I do appreciate how he thought that keeping the reanimated corpse of his dead slave around to chat to every now and then was NORMAL. Horrific. I actually really liked Tassia though! Because for almost the entirety of DA we’ve sort of been told that Tevinter templars are weak as kittens and are basically pointless, but Tassia was a certified boss swinging that hammer around. It was weird that we never saw her use any templar abilities though (unless I missed it?) so maybe that is sort of frowned upon in Tevinter.

The real winners here are OBVIOUSLY Lacklon and Roland omg babessssss. Roland was by far my fave character. Optimistic and heroic with just the right amount of sass so he wasn’t boring. Qwydion was... ugh ok I am on the fence with her. There were a lot of parts where I really did like her but imho they just made her a BIT too silly. Like running away screaming from the demons... girl... you’re a badass mage, what the hell was that?!

Anyway overall I give it a solid 7/10. I think I was just so excited to see something new in the DA world again /sobs, so I can overlook some of the faults. I am both terrified and excited for DA4 because I thought we would be mostly dealing with Solas and his bullshit but now we have Meredith + red templars invading Tevinter which is already struggling to repel constant Qunari invasions?? Things are not looking good for Tevinter tbh and if that means something bad happens to Dorian I will RIOT.

#dragon age absolution #tbptalks #this is a massive braindump lol #also me seeing .2 seconds of cullen in the background of one scene: A CRUMB

[spynorth]

Lucas Rants about Lucas

i get so bored with lucas in series 7-8 (bless his heart, he cant help it) but every time vaughn shows up at the end of series 9 episode 1 i go 100% fully feral because thats actually when his character gets interesting. I could rant about the entire two minutes of their conversation (i won’t though. not yet.) but for now i just wanna focus on that look when vaughn asks what’s it like being lucas north? like you can just tell the fucker i’m writing knows he’s in deep shit. I think he knew it from the first moment he saw him (he tells him to stay away after all) but I think it starts to tickle in the back of his mind that oh god things are bad because (as lottie pointed out when we were discussing it) that’s a very passive aggressive comment vaughn makes. he’s sort of testing the walls, testing lucas’ reaction. and lucas fails because while he tries to maintain that facade of a man who doesnt give a fuck (which he failed because we can all see him react) when vaughn says good to see you, john... lucas is not confused. that is not an expression of a man who is like ‘omg where am i? why did you call me john?’ thats a man that knows he done fucked up and its gonna come back out because vaughn obviously wants something from him. 

i have to give the fandom the benefit of the doubt and assume that a lot of people take this idea of lucas not knowing/remembering his past as john on this weird out of context quote that floats around from richard where he says something about ‘john bateman really starts to emerge’ ... Its not an actual person?? this is not a short novel by robert louis stevenson. John Bateman doesn’t (in my opinion. I mean, i guess people can veer whatever direction they want) have anything like DID or something. and trauma amnesia doesnt make sense to me either because he KNOWS. he’s not confused. But anyways i think its a popular fandom idea to polarize lucas and john into these two different people and idk if its because people have never tried to manipulate others before (hi. nice to meet you.) or what but you’re not two different people. there’s not a what you are vs a what you’re trying to be and they arent constantly fighting for dominance. in my opinion, the john bateman starts to come out is more like .. what is the use of his role he’s playing? there isn’t one. He’s gotta go back to those instincts and reactions and behaviors that got him to the point hes at in the first place. He unravels because he’s losing his mind because (like i’ve preached since day one), the chess pieces are completely upending themselves suddenly on his carefully planned out board.

i think i’m triggered by the excuses people try to make because i want to support and be like oh yeah yalls theories are valid .. but honestly, fanon is not canon. and it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth because its like the idea is to have him be a good guy and he’s not and there’s nothing wrong with that. it doesn’t have to be good or bad but i just don’t ever get why it seems to be a thing where people want to make excuses or reasons that their white boy faves arent out there doing shit things. why fanon. why. he is a terrorist. 

#me: this is not a rant #also me: typing at 45 mph #basically i think the last 2 mins of episode 1 can be summed up ina. quote that colin gave at his first comic con with ouat #'straight into the deep back there. didnt even buy me flowers first. ' #sjhfjhfjhf #i live for series 9. if series 9 didnt exist lucas would be such a flat one dimensional character

[jaythelay]

This scene is what Horror is. It is the best possible scene to show. The perspective to have is one from the period, maybe as a child, in the dark alone, the buzzing and humming of the Playstation, the disc spinning, the optical drive clacking, your CRT monitor producing a constant whine that eventually deafens away in your mind.

And you just got to this massive ass plant monster coming out of the cieling. By this point you’ve only fought Zombies, Crows, Dogs, and a massive snake. All of those were mobile however, you never had to worry about the fact there’d be something so big every part of the room was attackable by it, without it moving at all.

It has all these tentacles, this music sting kicks in and all you can think is how the fuck do you kill this? You run around, and acid falls from the ceiling giving you little time to shoot and scoot. All the while tentacles are attacking you.

After what feels like a very long battle and despite all your efforts, It grabs you, and as your character and you struggle, he dies, you fail, and he squirms whilst being squeezed even more, lifeless. After a fade to black from white, you see your character, cut in half.

What works is the fact they have a “toy” design, while most may laugh at it, if it doesn’t work for you, it just won’t, but that’s why I enjoy this era of design more than modern standards, what I’m looking at is such a personalized perspective of a character that everyone’s is different. It’s kinda like how despite your toys as a kid only displaying one face, they still had a variety of emotions in your mind. Suspension of disbelief is vital to plot, character, setting, etc, an addition to that phrase I don’t think most think to add is that: Limitations Enable Creativity.

If you tell an artist they have complete creative control with no direction what so ever, they’re never gonna get past the concept phase, there’s so many options that there’s no options. But if you tell them to draw a cat, they’ll draw a phenomenal cat. In that same mindset, when you have “toy” designs, your mind is actually allowed to put some character and feelings onto them. I think this is primarily because of the fact there’s only room for interpretation, and letting the mind wander.

What makes horror great isn’t what you can show, it’s what you can imply. Always and everytime. If you imply enough, the audience/player will create the horror themselves with only you as the guy who pointed them towards it.

I don’t think anything can beat this with modern graphics and standards. Plain and simple, the “lack of” control, despite being extremely tightly and smartly made, the fact the backgrounds are images that also lead to a furthering of SOD and LEC due to perspective, forcing you to map out a game with no 3d environments. There’s a reason people want a real life Resident Evil Mansion. They’d literally know where to go everywhere.

Games like “the evil within” and “amnesia” always bothered me because they don’t really seem to get it. Evil within is just dreadful in multiple departments, but Amnesia just annoys me. What’s scary about it? Describe the Literal One Thing that’s scary about Amnesia. I will literally name multiple examples that beat it. Slender, yes, Slender. Mock the game as it is shit, if you played it then, and even now in the right conditions, it takes everything SOD and LEC and makes it almost modern for it’s time. Slender being a halfway identifiable figure that you’re not supposed to look at, causing you not to get a good image of him, is pretty much just genius, had YT not made ever polygon known to man.

Lemme put it to you this way. If you did this same exact scene, but made it with modern graphics and animations, it’s implication is boring. Oh no. He got squeezed and cut in half, and I know absolutely every detail about it and what the developers wanted me to see (which is everything). Oh yes. How scary, that’s what horror is right?? Knowing everything? I love being scared because I know! That’s what creates tension too right? When I know the colors of my characters fucking internal organs? That really adds to the horror!

Honestly companies that look at gore and military stuff to “be more realistic” bother me because they simply miss the fucking point and are a bit depraved. Like yes I don’t like see my internal organs, everyone, doesn’t. The reason is known, we know that when that happens it’s bad.

We don’t know, however, how those internal organs came out. That’s scary, not knowing. Not that we don’t know how, that we don’t know, in general.

Seeing all the organs fly out is boring. Because now I can’t envision anything that would personally traumatize me. That fade to white is genius because I don’t see what happens. I have this moment of silence to recollect, followed by the grim visual of my reality. And it does it without me seeing literally any gore.

This is why I love PS1 horror titles, and games that try, and even fail, to replicate it. Because my mind and yours is infinitely scarier than Douchebag Mike and his criminal understanding of internal organs.

#resident evil #content warning #long rambling anecdotal ramble #horror #survival horror #Oh yeah btw that's actually cut content. The wiggling part that is #it's a bug I'm more than certain #It's not vital to my point though #but it does help in visualizing exactly what I mean #Also him missing some limbs does aid in the horror too #it may be more grotesque but again it's entirely left to interpretation of how what and why #and it's really just disturbing on it's own how mangled he becomes #and it goes back to the toy design #imagine your toys are alive and in a fucked situation like this #and seeing them mangled #and it's your fault #it's your fucking fault kid #chris is dead because of you

[youryanderedaddy]

War prize

Summary: You get taken as a war prize once the barbarians take over your homeland.

Tw: nsfw, non - con, mentions of blood, slight corruption kink, size difference, slavery, deregatory language, degradation, possessive behavior, minor character death, spanking, mention of war

There is now part 2

Yoo guys, don’t worry if you voted for the other two options, I will write for them too soon enough. Anyways, enjoy.  

You weren’t supposed to be here right now with your legs covered in heavy metal chains and a dirty cloth shoved up in your mouth. Your friends weren’t supposed to be either captured or dead. Your side wasn’t supposed to lose against the barbaric tribe. So many things weren’t supposed to happen tonight and you were slowly getting used to the fact that your supreme leaders had failed, the army had raised the white flag high and you were currently in the enemy territory with slim chances of escape, with absolutely no memories of how you got there in the first place.

You could hear his heavy prolonged footsteps, the way the sharp heel of his boot dug into the rich soil and stomped all over the daisies and weeds just like he had done with your own people hours ago. He was getting closer to the tent by the minute and his shadow was growing bigger and bigger until the soldier finally pulled back the curtain-like fabric to the side and entered the tiny space you were forced into.

He was very tall, unnaturally so, nothing like the men in your tribe who, despite being strong and capable, were born on the shorter side. His face was rough and raw, his features symmetrical and fierce in their cold perfection, deep charcoal eyes, dark lips and a straight nose. The knight fancied his long black hair free and wild, letting it fall against his muscular shoulders softly, shiny, silky and healthy. In these territories the warriors wore very little clothing, finding anything covering their chest or ankles to be too distracting and suffocating during a battle. You tried to look away from his half – naked form but his upper body was sweaty and smooth, caramel in color, making it hard to look at anything else. In return the male simply stared at you for a few moments, grinning in amusement or maybe even satisfaction, and kneeled down next to the mat you laid on.  

“Hello, my little captive.” His voice was throaty and deep when he finally called out to you, a cunning smirk adorning his lips, giving him a sly foxy expression. The man reached out to cup your cheek and wipe away a tear slowly falling down, causing you to squirm away from his touch as if he held a hot iron against your face.

“Don’t touch me, you brute!” You shouted out before you had the chance to reconsider your poor choice of wording. The knight simply chuckled in respond and grabbed your hips roughly, making sure to dig his nails deep into the clothed skin before pulling you closer to his naked chest. You couldn’t help but turn red when forced to take in the warmth and firmness of his body – you had never been so close with a man before, much less your commune’s arch enemy.

“I will do so much more than that, sweet girl.” Raven whispered against your ear and kissed your neck softly, pulling your hair down so you would arch your back and whine miserably. “I won you fair and square, little slave.” He growled against your collarbone and bit down hard on the soft part of your throat. You couldn’t stand the hot wet sensations and you desperately wanted to get away from the warrior’s cruel grip, but you were helpless in your struggles, and even if you weren’t thoroughly tied up, you were still too scared to put up a fight against the barbaric male twice your size.

“You are so small and fragile, so vulnerable underneath me. I’ve always wanted something soft and pretty to warm my bed at night.” Raven admitted huskily as he tore apart your white satin robe, revealing your chest to the lingering glittering light coming from the gaslight above. Your pitiful whimpers were muffled by his lips slamming on yours and his wet slippery tongue forcing his way deep down your throat. The warrior was caressing your bosom, squeezing and fondling at it shamelessly, pinching and licking your nipples until they stood at attention red and swollen like cherries. “Such a pretty little slut, tied down at my mercy.” The knight moaned and slapped your breast lightly, enjoying the sheer look of horror on your beautiful face, twisted in panic. “I’m gonna make your tits bounce while I take you like a bitch in heat.” The man mumbled sadistically and slapped your other breast, this time using more force. “ I’m gonna make you my whore.” He cursed under his breath and lowered his head to suck on your neck once again.

Soon Raven got bored of playing with your tits and moved on to spread your legs wide open, pulling your panties down to your ankles. The sight of your sweet tight pussy exposed and displayed so wantonly was mouth-watering to the barbarian, and he could already feel his member harden painfully against your slit. You pleaded silently with your eyes to be spared, muttering quiet pleas, “no’s”, sobbing and clutching to the last bit of hope for mercy. Unfortunately, the warrior couldn’t hear a word, too fascinated by your luscious body and his own wild hunger.

“My beautiful little prize, all mine.” The man whispered almost affectionately, kissing you nice and slow this time, with his throbbing erection pressed on your entrance, inches away from your untouched virgin hole. “I saw you earlier today while you were tending to your parents’ wounds, pet.” He spoke suddenly, his length teasing your folds by slowly sliding in between your soft thighs. “You looked so precious in your desperate attempt to save them during the final fight.” The warrior continued, one hand coming up to stroke your hair in a sick yet comforting manner. “A sweet little thing like you shouldn’t be on the battlefield.” Raven kept going while rubbing slow circles on the palm he had forced you to open when you were clenching your fist tight. “You look so much better by my side, pretty girl.” The soldier placed a small peck on your temple, the lingering gentleness of his actions and the cruelty of his words making you sick to your core. You felt tired and overwhelmed yet the worst was still in store.

“I will tell you a little secret, slave.” The dark-haired male snarled at you and raised your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his cold black eyes. “I killed your father and took you all for myself.” He confessed in a low vicious voice, his scarred fingers tightening around your throat. The wet fury in your heart tangled together with the pain and grief of your loss, but the deadly grip around your neck forced you in place, still and lifeless like a doll. You wished you were dead just like your family so you wouldn’t have to suffer the humiliation of entertaining the enemy and his twisted desired any longer. “Now I am going to steal your innocence and make you mine, little bird.” Your face froze in terror and agony, having realized that, by the end of his words, the man had already pushed his manhood into your tight heat, piercing through your body, unprepared for the shock and the pain. “Sing for me, slave.” The barbarian hissed under his breath and moved roughly in and out of you, each new thrust sharper and deeper than the last one. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you broken down so easily, but you needed a way to cope with the harsh reality, so you cried out for him. You chocked on your pitiful sobs, screamed in pain and whimpered miserably just to survive another second of this meaningless torture.

Raven looked ecstatic, enticed by your lovely moans and whines, your sweet despair delicious on his tongue while he claimed your lips and explored your throat. Your tight pussy squeezed hard on his length, milking every bit of pleasure out of it. His eyes were blacker than the night sky, filled with lust and thirst for blood, unquenched even after hours of slaying the innocent souls determined to protect their land. Laying down on the cold ground, sweaty, violated and stripped of your pride, you wondered whether you were just another conquest to the warrior, perhaps ruining your purity was his way of proving that he and his people were the new rulers of the territory.

“What a sweet little virgin you were, and now you are bleeding on my cock while I take you, pet.” The barbarian cooed at you cruelly, choking you lightly, not tight enough to put your life in danger, but enough to keep you motionless and complacent, just a hole for him to fuck into. “I am going to cum in your cunt now, slave, and you are going to stay there and take it.” The man announced sternly and kept shoving his manhood down your channel roughly, pounding into you relentlessly until he came with a growl and released his seed deep inside you, painting your walls white. Your pussy felt raw and puffy, pulsating in pain around the cock still buried in. He wasn’t pulling out of you.

“Oh, little bird, did you really think that I would be satisfied with having you just once?” Raven taunted you gleefully, a sadistic gleam in his dark eyes as he took in the panic on your face, drinking it like a glass of honey mead. “I fought for you after all, precious.” The warrior muttered slowly, mere inches away from your swollen lips, bruised and red from all the biting and rough kisses. “I am going to savor you little by little.” He paused to catch your gaze and held it for a moment too long before focusing on your mouth again.

“You’re mine now, don’t you ever forget it.”

#yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere oneshot #yandere smut #male yandere #yancore #yandere oc #yandere male x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #yandere prompt