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sky-is-the-limit · 8 months

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Another scenario (if you're a smut writer pls feel free to write this, I suck with words 🙏) +18/MDNI

Okay imagine being a bartender at a pub close to the base, soldiers come in all the time when they have a free day, some more than once but you never remember their names, you're busy not only with serving everyone but making sure your favourite regular is being taken care of. It's only been a year since you started working there and since day one, you noticed this handsome older man sitting alone at the corner of the bar, never talking to anyone other than a polite greeting if someone was to recognise him which is how you learned his name in the first place.

Captain Price is a man of a few words, he always comes in, says hello and orders his drink. What is odd is that he's always one of the first people to come in the pub and always the last to leave, occasionally taking a break outside to smoke a cigar or two, a nasty habit yet you can't take your eyes off of him, the way he lights it up, wraps his lips around it and damn, you curse whoever put the window right next to where you're working.

You'd be blind not to see that from the moment he sits down, his eyes always linger on you, your hands when making a drink, the way your hips move when you get closer to him, your lips when you ask if he's gonna have what he's always having, it got to the point where you (who never gave a fuck what others think or how you appear to men), always make sure that you wear a top that shows off your cleavage or jeans that hug your figure nicely, knowing that he's always staring.

And he's not oblivious to your attraction, the way he holds eye contact when you stare at him for more than 3 seconds while he downs his 3rd whiskey, how you hold your breath when he wipes his lips with his thumb, a small, almost unnoticeable smirk playing on his lips as you bite yours, trying to pay attention to a soldier ordering a drink.

What's driving you crazy is that he never makes a move, never continues the conversation, never goes further than undressing you with his piercing gaze. Until tonight. It's a slow night, barely 3 costumers in the pub, soft music playing in the background, matching the rain falling outside and Captain Price is nowhere to be seen.

You barely smiled once all night, nervousness taking over your body as if you're a fiend desperately needing to see him, feel his strong overwhelming presence in the room. Your mind is running marathon, cursing yourself as you bend down to pick up the 4th glass you broke this evening when you hear a husky familiar voice from the other side of the bar "Careful there love, don't hurt yourself"

Thank god he can't see your face right now, cheeks flustered, smiling like madwoman trying to contain yourself as your heart is beating so fast you feel like it might stop.

You slowly stand up, trying to find what to say in order to appear flirty and confident only for that to be cut shortly when your eyes meet his. He's not sitting at the end of the bar, waiting for you to walk over to him, no. This time, he's sitting right in front of you, right in the middle, his strong defined arms crossed over his chest, leaned back on the chair as if he owns everything in there, including you.

He looks different without the military uniform he always seems to wear. Dark blue jeans, a black beanie to match them and a black jacket soaked from the rain, the smell of smoke mixed with his cologne intoxicating as he sits right in front of you, eyes observing your every move.

Before you can reply, you notice this young man sitting two chairs away, trying to get your attention so he can order and you waste no time to go over there as an attempt to calm yourself down so you can go back to Price with more confidence than the ball of nervousness you were before.

"I'll have a pint and hopefully your number?" The young man says leaning against the bar with a charming smile, his green eyes full of hope as you chuckle at his boldness.

You're used to men flirting with you, some sweet with a nice compliment and an attempt to win your attention, some talking with audacity as if you owe them a moment of your time. You come back to your senses as the young man awaits for you response, a nervous smile now replacing the confidence he had minute ago.

"You just get the drink tonight, yeah?" You smile politely as you hand him the drink, watching him walk back to his friend, defeated before you slowly make your way back to the middle of the bar, back to the only man you want to give your attention to. You notice a small smile on his lips, lifting his gaze up from his whiskey to your eyes.

"They all try but never succeed hm?" He mumbles quietly as if his mind is travelling elsewhere, his eyes glued to your lips before he takes a small sip of his drink, eyes slowly making their way back to meet yours.

"They're not really my type" You answer back, matching his tone as a shiver runs down your spine, the realisation that tonight feels different, slowly building up your confidence again as you place your hands on the counter, slightly leaning forward.

"Not good enough huh?" He raises an eyebrow as he notices how close you are, his eyes trailing down to your bare neckline and slowly back to your face. You can tell that his thoughts are filthy, that he wants you so bad, so desperately that his knuckles turn white as his fingers grip the glass tighter.

'Not old enough' You think to yourself, as you bite your bottom lip, staring down at the counter, trying desperately to find something to do in order to gather your thoughts.

"Is that so?"

The glass you were holding in your hand, now shattered on the floor as you freeze in your tracks, heart beating like it wants out of your chest. Of course you said it out loud, this man barely let's you think straight when he's in the same room, let alone sitting in front of you, staring at you like he's starving and you're the finest course on the menu.

Enough lingering gazes, enough shy, nervous movements. You finally raise your eyes to meet his, gulping to the sight of his expression, he's staring at you like he wants to have you right there on the fucking bar, not giving a damn if anyone's watching, hell he wouldn't care if the pub was filled.

#fyi I'm not a writer or good with words #Someone please write this I'm desperate #captain john price #captain price #john price #price #john price smut #captain price smut #captain john price smut #cod #cod x reader #141 x reader #call of duty #ghost #ghost smut #könig #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

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stellayuta · 10 months

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Rin doing Yoga in the anime had me bawlinggg idk why It also put the image of Yoga Sex with Rin in my mind and now I can't stop thinking about ittt

How about writing something about that?

thanks for putting the image in my head too

mdni, 18+ only

★Rin Itoshi - Yoga S*x☆

The 'R' in Rin stood for routine. He was awake by 5 AM and done with his early morning strength training and jog by 7 AM. To ease the pain of exhausting his stamina and muscles at dawn, he chose Yoga as a means to stretch his body out and soothe the soreness. The upkeep of being a pro footballer was not a regular man's deal after all.

You had never seen his routine ever before because you loved your sleep more than Rin did. In fact, you only knew about his routine in detail because his sports manager scolded him because he refused to take a break from working out even during his off time from the football season. You on the other hand, if there wasn't a reason to wake up before 8:00 AM, you won't. That was the law. Usually, you'd just join a freshly rejuvenated Rin for a hearty breakfast with a yawn and kickstart your day.

One fine morning though, you were forced awake by the sheer heat of the house. It was the middle of the harshest summer Japan had to offer as of late, and you were hoping that for whatever reason the AC was off, it'd better be a good one. You got out of the bed, kicking the musty sheets away from you and swiped at the sweat forming on your forehead. You were melting away even when you were only in a pair of skimpy shorts and a paper-thin tank top. You checked the time before you made your way out of your bedroom - 7:00 AM. The rest of the house was a degree cooler than your oven-like bedroom, but it was enough for you to forget where the thermostat was. That's when you remember that it was Rin who usually handled the thermostat. Maybe it was him who switched the AC off? But... why?

You make your way to the living room to locate the thermostat and are greeted by the most astonishing and unexpected sight right in front of you.

Rin Itoshi's bare back is facing you as he stretches himself out into complicated poses on his yoga mat while soaking in the radiant sun seeping in from the open windows. There is not a single item of clothing on his body. He sighs as he skillfully changes positions and focuses on the left side of his body, balancing himself on the mat. You gawk at his marvelous form as Rin's body shines lusciously under the sunlight, as if lathered by coconut oil and Epsom salts and his own sweat - which it probably is.

"Rin?" you call out without meaning to, making the Itoshi jerk his head up in confusion and smiling when he sees you.

"You up early?" he asks as if he isn't laid out in front of you like a whole meal ready to be ravished.

"Well, the AC woke me up." you say honestly, approaching him as he seats himself on his mat in a lotus pose. You stare at how his limp member and ball sack hang, tucked inside his folded thighs. That's all you can stare at or pay attention to now as you feel a shiver creep up your core and you press your legs together.

"That was my bad. I'm sorry, I usually do this out on the balcony but the neighbors are doing garden-work and obviously, I don't want them to see." he says. Foolish Rin...

"Have you been out on the balcony doing yoga butt naked everyday?" you exclaim. "Rin! People other than the neighbors can see you too you idiot!"

"Are you worried someone might click pictures?" he asks coyly, holding out his hand to entrap yours. It is all slick and sticky with oil and heats up your body even more.

"Have you seen yourself? Anyone would." You say, playing with the hem of your shorts with your other hand. Things are getting sticky inside your body too now.

"Want to try it?" Rin asks, already sliding your shorts down your bare thighs. You don't sleep with underwear on when wearing those pair of shorts. "Oh, look at that." Rin says, cocking his head at the bare delta of your womanhood.

"Come here." he says, kissing your mound generously making you whimper. You grab at his green hair and try to stop yourself from crumbling.

"Y/N. Position your knee like this." he says, folding you knee and pressing your foot to the thigh of your other leg.

"Hands up and palms together." he demands and you follow, keenly trying to balance on one leg. "That's the tree pose." he tells you and you nod. "Great position for what I'm about to do." he says with a smirk, inching closer, his lower lashes hitting your thighs.

The way Rin ravages you over the next few minutes has you praying you don't fall over. The position gives Rin enough freedom to hit some of the most stubborn and well-hidden bundles of nerve inside you with relative ease. His tongue is as flexible as his body was a while ago. You are left croaking as Rin digs his nails into the sides of thighs, shamelessly making slurping noises as he eats you out. Soon enough, you let your hands free from the pose and start rolling your hips onto his face, eyeing him from the top - his reactions, the way his brows tense up, the way he looks up at you occasionally. You force him to hit your most sensitive innards as you finally come undone on his tongue and face without asking. Unbeknownst to you, the lewdness of the whole situation and Rin's skill made you come a LOT. As your eyes are shut and you are unable to process anything around you, Rin is collecting your plentiful essence in his palms. When you finally come to and regain your usual breathing rhythm you find Rin playing with the sticky substance in his hands.

"R-rin?" you ask, eyelids half closed. "What are you doing with that, wipe it off!"

"Nah." Rin says, keeping his eyes on your cum in his hands. "I was in a dilemma since I ran out of oil for you, but you solved my problem." he says and it takes a second for you to understand what he's about to do.

He takes his palms and rubs them all over your body. Your chest, your hips, your navel and your thighs.

"Feel good?" he asks, pressing your back to make you lay on the ground on all fours. "Feels good to be covered in your own slick?"

"Anything for you, Rinnie." you say, wondering why he is pulling one of your legs horizontally. "You're so weird you know."

"I know." he admits. "Balancing Table Pose."

"Wha-?" Before you can finish your question though, Rin rams full force into you from behind. "Keep you other hand up, pretty please. I don't like it when the form is incorrect."

you sniff as your muscles hurt from maintaining the pose. Yet still, after a few seconds your body gets used to it and the pleasure doubles as one each of your arms and legs is up in the air while Rin's pace increases. He presses his chest against your back and keeps the rhythm going, pounding in and out savagely. His angle is so unpredictable, his length is going left and right and top and bottom inside of you, making you scream his name in pleasure. You feel the head of his member in full intensity with one leg up and you feel it's bulbous shape ebb at your cervix with how long Rin is. You so want to see how red his tip is, how angrily it must be leaking out pre-cum right now.

"Ah, just a bit more." he says next to your ear, huffing and puffing as he increases the power of his thrust as you feel your eyes roll back into your head.

"Ah, There. Yes!" Rin scrunches up his face. "Yes!" his tongue lolls out - an occurrence when he is at peak pleasure.

He empties himself inside of you as you feel your abdomen fill up with his sticky liquid.

"There we go." he says, gasping and pulling himself out of you as you drip all over onto his mat, sinking to your knees.

"Session Complete." he says, bringing his towel to your hole.

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daisynik7 · 1 year

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Rush

Chapter 10: Too Late

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: angst, mild violence at the very end of the chapter

Summary: You end it for good. Eren realizes something a little too late.

Notes: Only one more regular chapter left! Can’t believe it’s almost over 😭. Song is “i don’t wanna fall in love, it’s too late now” by Chase Shakur.

Important Announcement: I will be taking a short break this weekend! I have a wedding to attend and it’s also a long weekend for me, so I will not be posting Chapter 11 until the following week (Sunday, February 26th, 9 PM PST). Sorry for the wait and thank you in advanced for your patience!

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I’m ending this. It’s over. You and me. We’re done.

Eren stares at her, dumbfounded, brain short circuiting trying to comprehend what she said.

“What?” he sputters, sitting up on the bed, still naked, gleaming with sweat and slick from their love making just twenty minutes ago.

“This is the last time. I’m done.”

He jumps off, adrenaline rushing through his body as he quickly slides into his briefs. “I don’t understand. Why? What did I do?”

She drops her heels and purse onto the floor, crossing her arms. “Wow. It must be so nice living with this level of ignorance. Or maybe it’s selfishness, I don’t know anymore. But if you want me to spell it out for you, I can.”

He swallows hard, caught off guard by her flippant demeanor. “Is this because I didn’t take you to formal? I didn’t even dance with her – ”

“It’s not about formal, Eren!” she snaps. “It’s everything! The sneaking around, the manipulating, the disrespect. I can’t take it anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“You make me feel ashamed of myself. Make me feel worthless. You didn’t even want to be friends, you had to pretend that I didn’t fucking exist. All you want me for is sex, that’s the only way you acknowledge me. I’m not a fucking sex toy. I’m a human fucking being.”

He’s never seen her so angry. There’s a lump in his throat, making it difficult for him to speak. In a quiet voice, he explains, “I didn’t mean for you to feel that way. I told you, I’m just not ready for people to know about us yet.” It’s a half-assed excuse, he knows that. He never thought about how she was feeling. Or maybe he was too selfish to think about it.

“So you’d rather ignore me than have people know we’re together? Do you realize how fucked up that is? Are you that embarrassed of me? Am I only good enough to fuck and that’s it?” Tears well up in her eyes. She wipes them away before they fall down her cheek. There’s a tightness in his chest engulfing him watching her cry like this.

“No, I –“ he starts, incapable of articulating what he wants to say into words. Instead, he begs, “Can we please go to bed? I promise, everything will be okay in the morning.”

She takes a few deep breaths, responding, “I’m sick of waiting around for everything to be okay. Waiting for you to get over yourself. It’s a waste of time. It’s not fun anymore. I’m unhappy. When I’m with you, I feel gross and dirty. I don’t feel like myself.”

The realization hits as she bares her all to him. She’s hurt. She’s been hurting. And he’s responsible for it. He’s the cause of the pain and anguish that she’s been forced to endure until it became overwhelming. Until her delicate heart couldn’t take it anymore. It’s all his fault.

He reaches out to hold her, console her in the only way he knows how. She flinches away from him, disgusted. “Don’t touch me. You don’t get to touch me anymore.”

In his mind, he only remembers the good memories. The ecstasy, the euphoria, the thrill of sneaking around and indulging in his carnal desires. He turned a blind eye to her obvious apprehension when he first suggested they keep it all a secret. Perhaps he wasn’t blind at all; he saw it but chose to disregard it. Convinced himself that he was doing what was best for himself, and not for the both of them. He’s always been aware how selfish he can be; this is a new low that even he didn’t think he’d stoop to.

She bends down to retrieve her belongings from the floor. Without looking at him, she asks, “Do you even like me, Eren?”

The question stuns him. He’s frozen, voice caught in his throat. Every part of his being is yelling at him to confess what he’s been too afraid to say. Has he even admitted it to himself? His overbearing ego won’t let him. He’s too much of a fucking coward. Jaw tight, staring at anywhere except her, he remains silent. Too fucking scared to face the truth. He’s still trying to tell himself that the feelings he has for her are lust, nothing more. So why does it hurt so much knowing she’s ending it?

“That’s what I thought. I get it now. It was all pretend just to fuck me. To use me. Well, congratulations. You got what you wanted. I hope you’re happy.”

Eren stays in place, feet rooted to the carpet, listening to her walk away and undo the double locks on the door. Before turning the handle, he hears her take a staggered breath. The door shuts with a loud thud and she’s gone.

~~~

You exit the room, taking in a deep breath. It’s over. You did it.

A few minutes later, you find yourself in front of Room 310, laughter audible through the walls. After several knocks, Hitch opens the door, dressed in her pajamas. In the background, you see Annie, Connie, and Armin, also in their PJs, playing cards on one of the beds.

Hitch looks at you, worried. “What are you doing here?”

Annie rises from the bed and stands behind her, staring at you intently.

“It’s over. I ended it.”

Both of their eyes widen. Annie pushes you into the hall, Hitch following, shutting the door.

“Are you okay?” Hitch asks.

“Yeah, I think so. Can I stay in your room for the night? I don’t really want to be alone right now.”

“Of course. Let’s go get your stuff.”

You nod, leading them down the hallway into your room, where Mike is sprawled out on the bed, having the best sleep of his life. After refilling his nearly empty glass of water, you quietly grab your bag and tiptoe back into the hallway.

Back in Room 310, you change into comfortable clothes and lounge on one of the beds, emotionally exhausted. Armin and Connie don’t question your sudden presence, which is appreciated. The next few hours pass, letting yourself get distracted by card games and idle gossip amongst your friends. At around 2 AM, the boys fall sleep next to each other on one bed while you, Annie, and Hitch snuggle together in the other. Once they’re snoring, Annie nudges you, whispering, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You’re bundled between them, comfortable in their warmth and concern. “Yeah. Actually, I think I’m good.”

She snorts. “God, I would kill to see what that asshole’s face looked like when you told him.”

“He seemed pretty shocked,” you mention, recalling the way he started sputtering at you. Your body was surging with adrenaline that you didn’t have a chance to process his reactions properly. “He didn’t really say much though. Maybe he’s relieved that it’s over.”

“I don’t think so. I bet he’s more heartbroken about it than you think,” Hitch says, giving your hand a gentle squeeze

“I doubt it.”

“Either way, it’s done. No more sneaking around, no more drama.”

“Yeah,” you smile. “Good riddance.”

Around 9:00 AM, you wake up and sneak out of the room, sending a short text to Annie letting her know you’re leaving. At the café downstairs, you order a breakfast burrito and coffee to-go. In your room, you find Mike awake, lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone. His face brightens when he sees you walk in, goodies in hand.

“Hey,” he greets, voice hoarse from his hangover.

“Good morning, handsome. Here.” You set the breakfast burrito on the nightstand, where he peers at it, smiling.

“You remembered,” he grins, eyes twinkling with delight.

“Of course. Also,” you reach into your pocket for a small pack of painkillers. “Some aspirin, in case you’re hurting.”

He chuckles, accepting it. “Thank you. I’m sorry I was such a bad date last night.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I forced you to bring me.” You sit at the edge of the bed, grinning at him.

“Well, regardless, I’m happy I brought you.” He places his hand on top of yours, brushing his thumb gently against your skin suggestively. “Can I make it up to you before we check out?”

“Mike, you are the sweetest. But I need to focus on myself for a while. I think I need to be alone for a bit to figure some stuff out.”

He sighs. “I get it. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”

You gaze at him affectionately, almost wishing you had a time machine to go back and re-do your entire semester with Mike instead of Eren. Mike deserves to be doted on one thousand percent, and even if you could reverse time, you’re not sure if you could give that to him.

“Can I at least get one last kiss?” he asks, that charming smirk on his face.

Giggling, you lean forward, kissing him. “You definitely need to brush your teeth,” you tease.

“Yep, I just got a whiff myself. I am so sorry. I’ll shower and brush first, then I’ll dive into this delicious burrito.” He gives you a quick peck on the cheek, skipping to the bathroom to start the shower.

Falling against the bedsheets, you stare at the ceiling, pondering. Did your words leave any effect on Eren? He stood there, gawking at you, a dense look on his face. Was it shock? Or does he really not give a shit?

While it was satisfying to let it out, you can’t help being a little heartbroken. You wanted so badly for it to work, for him to like you back. For it to turn into something real. There were moments together that gave you that rush of falling in love. It was electrifying. Exhilarating. To experience it first-hand, even for a few fleeting moments, makes you not regret it entirely.

Confirming that it was all a sham is a difficult truth to swallow. It’s your own fault for disregarding the red flags, ignoring Annie’s warnings, pretending everything was fine when it never was. The only other peace you can gather from all of this is learning from your mistakes. You’re determined to never give yourself to someone who isn’t willing to accept all of you.

When Mike is clean and fresh out of the shower, he devours his breakfast in a few large bites. Once he’s done, the two of you pack your belongings and tidy up, checking out of the room to catch the first bus. Downstairs in the lobby, you spot Annie and Hitch, sipping on their iced coffees next to Armin and Connie. You part ways, leaving him with the other upperclassmen so you can join your friends.

Hitch offers you the remaining drink on the tray. “Morning,” she smiles.

You thank her, sipping on your second coffee of the day, listening to them chat with each other. It could be the caffeine rush, or the adrenaline from last night. Either way, you feel rejuvenated and refreshed. A new beginning. A clean slate.

It doesn’t last long, however. Halfway through your coffee, distracted by your phone, you hear Annie ask in a stern voice, “What do you want now?”

You tilt your head up to investigate, finding Eren standing in front of her.

~~~

Eren wakes up at the end of the bed, legs dangling off the edge. Body slouched against the sheets, feet settled on the carpet flooring. Ready to open the door if she ever returns. She never does.

He fetches his phone off the floor, which fell from his hand overnight. Scanning his notifications, he sees no responses, no call backs. He reviews the series of text messages he bombarded her with, several minutes after her departure:

Eren: Hey

Eren: Please come back

Eren: Let’s talk

Eren: I don’t want this to end yet

Eren: come back

Eren: I’m sorry

Eren: Please talk to me

It doesn’t seem like the messages have been delivered; she must have blocked him. None of the calls he made went through, sending him straight to the generic voicemail that informs him that the number he has dialed is unavailable. He attempted at least ten calls to her last night, desperate to regain control of a situation that exploded in his face. One that he was severely unprepared to handle.

When the sun rises and a stream of daylight shimmers past the curtains, he gets up, having barely slept. He feels like shit. Mentally, physically, emotionally. Is this how he made her feel whenever they were together? After disappointing her time and time again?

Moments before she left him, he had a breakthrough. He was willing to commit to her, after being indecisive for so long. He allowed himself to be vulnerable, declaring I’m yours, I’m all yours. But it was too late. The contempt on her face as she exposed him for all his filth is cemented in his mind. The tears falling from her eyes, the disgust in her face when he reached out to her. The guilt eats away at him, knowing he’s the whole reason behind it.

Groggy and exhausted, he stumbles into the shower, the hot steam not enough to fill the emptiness consuming his insides. It’s obvious now what he did wrong. He dangled the promise of a real relationship in front of her, toying with her emotions until she finally snapped. He thought he could get away with it, keep her around while he figured out what he wants to do. Not once did he consider her ending it first. He seriously underestimated her.

Maybe it’s better this way. He always planned to end it eventually. He never could bring himself to do it, though. There’s always been a small part of him that wanted to hold onto her for a bit longer.

Packed and ready to check out, he heads downstairs to the hotel lobby, waiting for the first bus to arrive. Armin spots him, waving him over to the couch he’s currently lounging on. “Eren!”

“Hey Armin,” he greets, sitting beside him.

“God, you look awful,” Armin blurts, studying his face.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night,” Eren admits, conscious of the dark circles under his eyes. Trying to change the subject, he asks, “What did you do last night? After formal?”

Smiling, Armin replies, “We hung out in our room. It was fun.”

“Who was all there?”

Armin lists names, the last being hers. Eren lifts his head up, alert. “She was with you last night?”

Confused, he answers, “Yeah, she was.”

“Do you know where she is now?”

“Um, probably checking out of her room with Mike. Why?”

“I have to talk to her. I need to see her. Do you know if she’s riding the first bus with us?”

“Uh, I have no idea,” he responds, still perplexed. “Why do you have to talk to her? I didn’t realize you two talked.”

Connie appears and places himself next to Armin, sipping on a coffee cup. “The girls are waiting for the iced coffees. Oh hey, Eren! What’s up man? You look like shit.”

Annoyed, Eren stands and walks away, heading towards the café at the other side of the lobby. He sees Annie and Hitch, waiting for their order at the other side of the register.

“Annie.”

Both girls turn around to face him, Hitch surprised, Annie pissed. “What is it, Jaeger?”

“Where is she?”

Annie smirks. “Who?”

“Stop playing dumb. Armin told me she was with you last night. Where is she?”

Hitch chimes in, “Why do you want to know?”

“I need to talk to her.”

“It’s over, Eren. Leave her alone,” Annie says, glaring at him. “She doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

“You don’t know what she wants.”

“And you do? Are you fucking kidding me?” She steps towards him, ready to fight.

Hitch holds her by the shoulders, whispering, “Annie, don’t.”

He moves back, waving his hands. “Look, I just want to speak to her. Make this right.”

She scoffs. “It’s too late for that, Jaeger. It is way too late for that.”

The barista calls out a number and Annie heads to the counter to retrieve the drinks, leaving Eren alone with Hitch.

“She liked you, you know,” Hitch says quietly. “She really liked you.”

He stares at her, unsure how to respond.

“And she thought that maybe you liked her too.”

“I – ”

“You shouldn’t treat people you care about like that.”

Before he can say anything else, Annie returns, a tray of drinks in her hand. “Let’s go, Hitch. I can’t stand being around this loser any longer.” They both leave, heading for Armin and Connie on the couch.

Eren scratches his head, feeling worse than he did just a few minutes ago. He’s not exactly sure what his plan is. All he knows is that he needs to do some damage control. He never wanted them to be on bad terms. With the way he acted, he realizes now how he set them up for failure. How could he think casting her aside as his dirty little secret would ever end well?

He discovers another couch to sit at while he waits, checking his phone to see if she somehow miraculously unblocked him. No luck. A beacon of hope arrives when he spots her coming out of the elevator, making her way towards Annie and Hitch. Desperate, he makes his way to them, praying that somehow, she’ll find it in her heart to listen to him.

As he approaches them, Annie sneers, “What do you want now?”

He cranes his neck to peer past them, trying to get a good look at her. She faces him once Annie speaks, blinking as if she’s not seeing him correctly.

Hitch and Annie huddle closer together, blocking her from his view. “What do you want, Jaeger?” Annie repeats, tone more threatening.

“I need to talk to her.”

“No.”

“Just leave her alone, Eren.”

Armin and Connie observe them, bewildered. “What’s going on?”

Ignoring his brothers, he repeats, “Please. I need to talk to her.”

“Eren, stop. There’s nothing else that needs to be said. It’s over,” Hitch reiterates, standing firm in place.

“Jaeger, seriously. It’s getting creepy.”

“I just want to talk to her, okay?” He tries to push his way past the two girls, reaching for her. “I need to talk to you, sweetie. Please.”

“She’s not your sweetie anymore, Jaeger. Give it up!” Annie shoves him, causing him to back up against Armin.

Suddenly, Reiner appears, walking towards them, Bertolt close beside him. “What the hell is going on? Why did she shove you, Eren?”

He stands up straight, clearing his throat. “I…I need…It’s nothing. It was a misunderstanding.”

Annie scoffs. “Oh, now you’re afraid to talk? Weren’t you just harassing us about how much you need to talk to her – ”

Reiner interrupts, “Shut up, Annie. Let’s go, Eren. The bus is here. Leave these fucking losers.” He clutches Eren by the scruff and drags him outside towards the bus, watching her eyes follow him out the door.

~~~

Stomping her foot on the floor, Annie growls under her breath, “Fucking assholes.”

Hitch faces you. “Hey, are you alright?”

You swallow hard, replying, “Yeah. That was…weird.”

“He was looking for you earlier too,” she mentions. “Said he wants to talk to you and make things right.”

“If he really wants to make things right, why didn’t he say anything yesterday?” It’s a rhetorical question that you don’t expect anyone except him to know the answer too. You’re not sure if he knows himself.

For a moment, you pity him. You’ve never heard him so desperate. The moment passes once Reiner comes into the picture. And Eren is back to his usual self, too scared to show weakness in front of his big brother. It’s pathetic.

Armin and Connie whisper to each other, understandably puzzled by what just occurred in front of them. Thankfully, they don’t go directly to you asking any questions, letting Annie and Hitch conjure a story to appease their suspicions.

You’re tempted to wait the extra half hour for the other bus to avoid another awkward interaction, but you ultimately decide to board with the rest of your friends. Eren is already sitting in his own seat, the hood of his sweatshirt on, headphones covering his ears. He gives you a swift glance before focusing his attention to his phone. You let out a sigh of relief, hoping the rest of the trip goes smoothly, and he doesn’t decide to do anything erratic.

You sit near the rear, occupying a seat to yourself. You notice him sneak peeks at you every few minutes. The whole ride, you’re anxious about him getting up and ambushing you. Thankfully, he never does.

Back on campus, you dawdle, waiting for him to leave first. Outside, waiting for your bag to be unloaded, Eren doesn’t approach you, deterred by the overbearing presence of big brother Reiner. This might be the only instance in your life that you’ve ever been grateful for that asshole’s company. Once you get sight of your bag, you quickly grab it and hustle out of there, straight for your dorm room.

Why is he still trying to speak to you? Is guilt eating away at him? Does he want to apologize? Could it be that he finally realizes he has feelings for you? Whatever the reason, you tell yourself not to reflect on it too much. If you continue to hope that there’s something there, you’ll never be able to move on from him.

The warning signs were always present. Mikasa addressed it earlier in the semester. He’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants, and sometimes he doesn’t think about how his actions can hurt people. He can be a little selfish. At the time, you brushed it aside, convinced that there weren’t enough feelings involved to get hurt. Now, as you climb your way out of the deep pit you dug yourself in, you wish you took her words seriously.

She arrives to the room about an hour later. “Hey, roomie. Want to get lunch with us? Jean and I are getting burgers.”

You’re in bed, lazy, lost in thought, and quite frankly exhausted. “I’m not that hungry, so go without me. Thanks anyways.”

“Are you okay? You look sad.”

You sit up, putting on the best smile you can. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

She seems skeptical, but relents, saying, “Well I can’t wait to catch up later. I didn’t see you at the end of the night.”

“I went back to the room with Mike and ending up falling asleep,” you lie.

“I see. Anyways, let’s talk later. Jean’s waiting for me outside.”

When she’s back from lunch, you and Mikasa chat about your formal experiences, purposefully omitting any and all details about Eren. Now that it’s officially over, there’s no reason to tell her about it. After all that has happened, you don’t hate him enough to tarnish his reputation to his childhood friend. You don’t have it in you to hate him at all.

~~~

The following week on Sunday night, Eren finds himself lying in bed yet again, belly full of his third instant ramen of the day. Too miserable to leave his room and eat a substantial meal.

The first part of the week, he was okay. Classes and three-hour workouts at the gym served as a proper distraction. He pretended to be fine with it. Tried to convince himself that it’s better this way. He’s free to do anything and anyone he wants, like he always planned.

It only lasted a few days until he started getting in his own head again, feeling sorry for himself, missing her immensely now that he no longer has her. Thursday, he retreated to the comfort of his own bed, the one place that still smells like her, just barely.

He fucked it all up; he knows that. Her words echo in his head constantly, reminding him how awful he’s been the past few months. How selfish he is for not thinking for a second how his actions hurt her. He’ll never forgive himself for making her doubt her worth, for being the cause behind her heartache.

It’s too late to take it all back. Too late to rewind and do things right. He’s living with the consequences of his decisions. Suffering the punishment that the universe is dealing him, and rightfully so. He deserves this.

It was never in his plan to fall for her; even with this, it’s too late. It wasn’t evident to him before. Now, as he buries his nose into the pillow, desperate for any trace of her, it’s clear as day. He likes her.

Has it been building up this entire time right under his nose? He was so confident he had control of his emotions; thought he could play it cool. Keep it casual, no strings attached. All while he kept ignoring the pleasant swell in his chest every time he was with her. Downplaying how utterly attracted he was to every part of her.

Eren despises clichés; however, the phrase you don’t know what you have until it’s gone keeps popping up in his mind. He took her for granted. He was so sure she would never leave, certain he had her wrapped around his finger. Confident that he had total control of the situation. How wrong he was.

Armin notices his sudden change in behavior. For the most part, his roommate leaves him alone to wallow in his own self-pity. Tonight, he doesn’t.

“Eren, are you going to chapter tonight?”

“No,” he responds, remaining under the covers.

“You can’t miss two chapters in a row without a formal excuse. You skipped last week already. Pledges who miss two chapters in a row will be reprimanded.”

He’s annoyed having to hear Armin explain the rules to him. “Make up an excuse for me.”

“Eren, seriously. What’s wrong? You’ve been moping all week, ever since formal. What happened to you?”

The truth is at the tip of his tongue. I’m a fuck up. A major fuck up. I fucked up everything. He wants to spill it to his best friend, seek advice and find comfort that he knows Armin can offer him. Instead, he stays silent, wrapping himself tighter in his blanket.

“Please come to chapter tonight. It’ll be good to get out of the room. See some people.”

It takes a few minutes, but Eren reluctantly leaves and takes a much needed shower. In order to redeem himself, he has to be honest with her. No more lies, no more manipulation. He has to wear his heart of his sleeve, as she did for him. It’s still not enough, but maybe it’s a start. She still has him blocked in all forms of communication. And nobody else in his life knows about their secret affair, aside from Annie and Hitch, who he is certain will not lend a helping hand. Getting out of bed seems like the first step to putting this new plan into action.

His roommate waits for him to walk to the Alpha Tau house together. There, he is greeted by his pledge brothers, to which he tries his best to appear normal.

At chapter, he sinks into his seat, barely listening to the agenda. Racking his brain for any inspiration on how to fix the mess he created. Near the end, Erwin announces something that does spark his interest.

“Next semester, we are going to elect a new sweetheart for Alpha Tau. For those of you who don’t know, a sweetheart is a woman who represents the fraternity and all of our values. She will become an honorary member of our organization, partaking in our many events, including fundraisers and social gatherings. We want someone who is friendly, kind-hearted, and involved on campus. Historically, they are affiliated with a sorority, though not required. Unfortunately, due to last semester’s troubles, our last sweetheart withdrew from her position, which is completely understandable. Now that we are back in the good graces of the university and the other organizations, I believe it is a great time to elect a new sweetheart.”

Levi adds, “Girlfriends are allowed to be nominated. Keep in mind, we as a fraternity will be voting on who will be the sweetheart, majority rules. Please don’t take it personally if your girlfriend is not selected.”

Erwin shuffles through his papers, ready to jot down some notes. “Alright. Any nominations?”

Immediately, Jean rises from his seat to nominate Mikasa. Armin grins, seemingly supportive of this suggestion.

Slouched in his seat, Reiner yells out, “Sandra, from Delta Mu.”

Erwin notes this. “Anyone else?”

Sweetheart. The only person Eren can think of who encompasses that title is her. On impulse, he sticks his hand and nominates her.

Armin turns to stare at him, baffled. Reiner cranes his neck to leer at him, repulsion and confusion etched on his face.

Mike whoops and yells out, “I second that nomination. I didn’t know you two were friends, Eren. Good shit.”

He ignores Mike’s comments and bows his head towards the floor, avoiding the stares from his best friend and big brother. A few more women are suggested before the meeting ends.

Armin follows Eren down the stairs, whispering, “Why did you nominate her? I didn’t even know you two were friends.”

They stand in the living room, slightly away from the crowd of brothers gathering near the TV to watch the end of a basketball game. In a soft voice, Eren responds, “Well, we aren’t friends necessarily. It’s complicated, but I can explain. For the past few months, her and I have been – ”

“Eren, what the actual fuck, man?” Reiner interrupts, his tone loud and obnoxious as he descends the stairs, Bertolt tailing him, per usual. “Have you lost your fucking mind? You picked a Sigma Nu Kappa? What the fuck?”

Armin intervenes. “Reiner, calm down – ”

“I’m not talking to you Arlert, shut the fuck up. Eren, why did you nominate that Sigma Nu Kappa?”

He doesn’t respond, annoyed and fed up with Reiner’s constant hostility and outrageous behavior, especially now. Bertolt stays behind him with the same pathetic expression, always hovering his best friend like a lost puppy dog.

“I knew it. You’re fucking her aren’t you?”

Eren glares at him, muscles tense, fists tight. He grits his teeth, keeping silent.

Reiner continues. “I saw you two at formal, outside the bathrooms. Think you’re slick, don’t you?”

“Formal?” Armin interjects, the pieces starting to align in his head.

“Figured you were too drunk to care, so I let it slide. Then all that shit happened with Annie. Then I knew something was going on.”

Armin twists his head back and forth between the two brothers, unsure how to alleviate the situation. Eren still doesn’t respond, cheeks hot, eyes narrowed, fingertips tingling. Listening with disdain as Reiner continues to berate him.

“And tonight. Jesus fucking Christ, Eren. You disappoint me. Of all the girls you could have fucked, you had to choose her. What a goddamn shame.”

He clenches his fists tight, disgusted by every word this comes out of this fucking prick’s mouth, as if he’s hearing this type of shit talk for the first time. However, it’s worse now than it’s ever been before. It’s personal.

“All these hot sorority girls and you choose an ugly Sigma Nu Kappa bitch – ”

Bam.

Like a crack of thunder, Eren’s knuckles connect with Reiner’s jaw.

~~~

You’re in pajamas browsing the Internet on your laptop when you hear Mikasa gasp in bed across from you. You watch her, concerned, as she hops off, hastily changing into sweats.

“I have to go,” she announces, scrambling to collect her keys.

“Are you okay? What’s happening?” you ask, sitting up.

With a somber expression on her face, she says, “Armin just texted me. Eren got kicked out of Alpha Tau.”

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goodnightmemes · 11 months

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YELLOWJACKETS SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ The only thing you should ever say to the police is, "I want my lawyer." That's why I put it on the cookie. ❜

❛ Before you go, you should take some Hawaii 5-0 punch. It's just regular Hawaiian punch, but I gave it a snazzier name. ❜

❛ I might have to break up with him. Unless I get lucky and he just disappears. ❜

❛ I don't want to talk about the future, anyways. I'm all about living in the moment. ❜

❛ You're, like, holding on to me or whatever. That's, like, haunting 101. ❜

❛ I had to cut back the rations again. There's not much left. ❜

❛ The thought of you with someone else always scared me. But it also turned me on. ❜

❛ I'll make a solid kidnapper out of you yet. ❜

❛ There's no such thing as false hope. There's just hope. ❜

❛ I'm not scared of you. I'm never gonna be scared of you. ❜

❛ This is how you're choosing to say "I love you," for the first time? ❜

❛ You weren't the only smart one. You just liked to think you were. ❜

❛ What if my only way of dealing is to numb myself into oblivion? ❜

❛ They're too focused on their own shit to even notice that I'm gone. ❜

❛ Well...you're not a picture of normalcy yourself. ❜

❛ I can feel your heart beating. ❜

❛ Everyone has their role. ❜

❛ Stop reliving this! You're in the vise grip of your trauma. ❜

❛ Every time that you try to save someone, a lot of bad shit happens. ❜

❛ Serial killers love puzzles. It's a documented fact. ❜

❛ For fuck's sake, shut up! Don't you see how much damage you are doing? ❜

❛ I don't even know where you end and I begin. ❜

❛ Believe me, if I could relax about anything ever, I promise you, I would. ❜

❛ As I'm sure you can imagine, emotions can run high in a place like this. ❜

❛ You never know when you might need to leave the country sans passport. ❜

❛ It made me feel like...I didn't know what was going to happen. And I liked that. ❜

❛ You can't blame yourself. We all did it together. ❜

❛ Dude, I don't even remember what socks I put on today. ❜

❛ I guess I'd kind of do anything to see him again, you know? ❜

❛ Moving in with you means everything in my life changes. ❜

❛ I think shit is gonna get a lot worse out here. ❜

❛ Thing is...it's one thing to point a gun at a person. It's another thing to use it. ❜

❛ There's a look people get when they realize they're going to die. It's that one. ❜

❛ My hand wasn't shaking because I was afraid. It was shaking because of how badly I wanted to do this. ❜

❛ I'm gonna live how I want to. How I know I'm meant to. And I'm gonna be the person that I know I am. ❜

❛ They're all lucky to have you. It's pretty rare to have a friend who's relentlessly got your back. ❜

❛ In small towns, everyone knows who and where the weirdos are. ❜

❛ I don't normally hitchhike and...look like this. ❜

❛ I know that you're depressed. I know that you can't see it, but I can always tell. ❜

❛ Yes, I am still depressed because it's kind of a forever thing, but I'm doing real work. ❜

❛ And I swear to God, if you lie to me again…I am so fucking over secrets. Like, I can't. ❜

❛ Oh, my fucking God. So, you… you killed a person? ❜

❛ Maybe one day I can talk to you about it, but for now, can that just be enough? ❜

❛ I don't understand why you won't see what's right in front of you. ❜

❛ I'm sorry I disappointed you. I love you even when you try to control me. But I'm okay now! ❜

❛ I think we need to get you out of here. ❜

❛ But I just got here. I don't - I don't want to leave you. ❜

❛ As parents, it's part of our job. We have to protect her, we have to shield her from making the same shitty mistakes we made. To throw our fucking bodies in front of her if that's what we have to do. ❜

❛ No, you can't deny this anymore. There is something deep inside of you that is connected to all of this. ❜

❛ So, you gonna tell me why you're here, or are we just gonna pretend this isn't super weird? ❜

❛ I'm doing a fucking thing here. I don't need you getting in my way. ❜

❛ If I happen to mention sacrificing anything on an altar, well, just ignore that part, okay? Thanks. ❜

❛ Do you get how lucky we are? Some people never find someone they trust enough to share their deepest secrets. ❜

❛ You think I'm capable of murder? ❜

❛ You're charming and impulsive, which are traits of most serial killers. Only, you pull it off. ❜

❛ Look, all I'm trying to say is, I like you regardless of your extracurricular activities. ❜

❛ That's medication for me to mind my own business. You should take two. ❜

❛ Maybe you don't have to be dying to have regrets. ❜

❛ I'm mixing my pop culture metaphors 'cause I'm fucking upset! ❜

❛ I can't ask you for your help 'cause I don't want to hurt any more of the people I love. ❜

❛ You should know better than anyone we can't define a person based on their past. ❜

❛ I don't need your fucking prayers, I need you to have my back. ❜

❛ We weren't alone out there. ❜

❛ You should get the hell away from me. I'm poison. I ruin people. ❜

❛ We did so much fucked up shit out there. And, yeah, maybe it was to survive. Maybe. But I don't think we deserved to. ❜

❛ Women have been having babies for millions of years. You're gonna be fine. ❜

❛ The wilderness recognizes your sacrifice. And so do I. ❜

❛ The power of that place. The god of that place. We did terrible things in Its name. ❜

❛ It's all your fault. There's just something wrong with you. You always do this. ❜

❛ Aren't you probably the last person who should be giving me legal advice right now? ❜

❛ I know I have no right to ask you this, but truly, what is going on with you? ❜

❛ I just want to know you haven't given up on love. ❜

❛ Maybe I have given up on love. But don't flatter yourself. It's not because of you. ❜

❛ You know I don't deserve your friendship, right? I just hurt people. ❜

❛ Suffering is inevitable. And only by meeting it with compassion can we truly begin to grow. ❜

❛ I never even wanted to be a mom. ❜

❛ I did not start out a bad person. But in case you haven't noticed, life doesn't tend to turn out the way you think it will. ❜

❛ Oh, no. What happened? Fuck, are we going to jail? ❜

❛ It's you and me against the whole world. ❜

❛ You lost a lot of blood and you were unconscious. We thought we lost you. ❜

❛ I kept surviving all this shit that should've killed me, and I just...I figured it meant something. You know, like maybe it meant that I had some kind of purpose in all of this, but, uh...Yeah. I'm not fucking seeing it. ❜

❛ I need to know why the fuck I'm still here. ❜

❛ Shouldn't you be in therapy? ❜

❛ I'm not like you, okay? I don't think of killing as a joke. ❜

❛ I really am very grateful that your hobby seems to be figuring out how to be the perfect serial killer. ❜

❛ I've always kept my daughter at arm's length. I think just out of fear that she would...die, I guess. Or maybe that she was never even real to begin with. ❜

❛ I can't have another death on my hands. ❜

❛ I can't wait for you. I don't have that kind of time. ❜

❛ Tell me, is there anything of value in this life that doesn't come with risk? ❜

❛ Does a hunt that has no violence feed anyone? ❜

❛ What, do you want to casually reminisce about our time in fucking oblivion? ❜

❛ Well, if I'm repressing things I don't know about, I am very okay with never figuring it out. ❜

❛ I know there's a lot of pain. You need to let it out. ❜

❛ I don't understand. You measured the grave to the standard six feet? ❜

❛ You're lying to me. And I want to know why. ❜

❛ Maybe [name] dying wouldn't be the worst thing. ❜

❛ When they get a whiff of how much of a liar your mom is, they'll realize that the ❜ psychopath apple doesn't fall far from the fucked-up, man-eating tree. ❜

❛ So, this is what you've all been doing with your lives? Chasing blackmailers and murdering lovers? ❜

❛ I think we can agree that it's in everyone's best interest that [name] is gone. ❜

❛ If I die, don't waste my body. Promise me. ❜

❛ I thought you loved all of me, like I love all of you. ❜

❛ We put ourselves in danger for you. You've been using us! ❜

❛ I've been trying to fix...No. I have been telling myself that I've been trying to fix things and make the problems go away, but the truth is, I've just been doing stuff that makes it worse. ❜

❛ We're all pretty messed up. It's time we finally fucking talk about it. ❜

❛ This isn't something that therapies can fix. ❜

❛ I think that you might be taking this whole, like, cult leader persona thing... a tad far. ❜

❛ I never meant... I didn't want this. ❜

❛ You started this. It's done. And it's going to save all of our lives. ❜

❛ I appreciate you trying to teach me...forgiveness. It's a nice idea. ❜

❛ I let him die in my place. It was supposed to be me. ❜

❛ You're a good person. You really don't belong in this place. ❜

❛ I'm not ashamed. I'm glad I'm alive. And I don't think that any of us who are still here should feel ashamed of that. Ever. ❜

❛ That was a beautiful false confession. I could see it came out of real love. ❜

❛ You want to help me move this body? ❜

❛ It's up to you. You can submit. Or you can run. ❜

❛ You know there's no "it," right? It was just us. ❜

❛ I never wanted to be in charge. ❜

❛ No. I'm not supposed to be here. ❜

❛ This is exactly where we belong. We've been here for years. ❜

❛ It's not evil. Just hungry. Like us. ❜

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joviepog · 4 months

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Okay, I’m finally (kinda) back! I wrote a little siren x reader story based on a song! Hope you enjoy!

-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ-ᰔ

People I don’t like

Warnings: Cursing, Arson, mention of people checking each other out, fire, mentions of screams, alcohol

Who: Siren x Reader

Pronouns: She / they

Word count: 1,137

Tag list: @gaytoadwithapopsicle @corner-of-void @danny-yagami @loversj0y @ax-y10 @lanaxoxoxoxoxox @haunted-headset @phxntomsdusk

Anything else: It’s been a while since I’ve written! Please excuse any errors and bad spelling! I will try to write as much as possible during this Christmas Break! :D

This story is NOT proofread.

Listen to this as you read!

“Hello. It’s so good to see you!”

You hear a cheery yet smug voice behind you as you smoke a cigarette. Great. You get partnered with him out of all people? Like seriously, siren out of all people?

“We’ve met before but nice to meet you.”

You say with a fake smile as he walks in front of you. He’s wearing his masquerade mask which is a dark blue. Similar to his regular villain costume. He wears a black suit and his hair is slick back, a new look.

“Yeah, i dont really wanna be here.”He says with a sigh

You nodded and suddenly launch at him to knock him out. If you can, you can get all the money. But as soon as you got close you him, he grabbed your hand and pinned you to the wall.

He smirks as he looks down at you which only made you roll your eyes. “What’s my name? Do you remember?”

You scoff and give him an innocent smile, “I’m pretty sure you have my number.”

He backs off, “So let’s pretend we like each other.”

The two of you walk in to a big room made of what seems like gold. There are big windows that open to multiple balconies, there is one large door that opens to an outside area. The roof is high and there are chandeliers everywhere you look. People with fancy dresses and suits fill the area.

“This room is so suffocating.” You whisper to Siren. He tightens his tight on his suit and shrugs. “Walking on ice, but nobody breaks it.” He winks at you before walking off to talk to people. You follow suit and walk uncomfortably with your big dress to the bar area. This oldish man comes up to you, complimenting your body and outfit. You hated it but kept your cool. You were stuck in this one way conversation.

‘Guess i’ll be here for a while.’ You thought.

He starts talking about his paycheck, blowing smoke in your face.

You take a shot with a fake smile as you look at him, excusing yourself before taking another round.

You talk to a couple more people, making friendly banter. The only goal you had was to get everyone on your side and to distract people from the vault. Your coworkers are working to steal as much money as possible. You let out a sigh as you tune out the lady’s words.

‘Everybody in the party’s fucking fake. I really wish i could say it to this lady’s face. But i wont. So…’ you think before talking to someone new.

“Hello it’s so good to see you!” You say to a man

“It’s nice to meet you!” You say to another man only 10 minutes later.

“What’s my name? Do you remember?” You say with a smile to the first guy you talked to at the bar.

“I’m pretty sure you have my number.” You say with a wink to a random man.

‘Let’s pretend we like each other.’ You think at almost the people you’ve talked to.

You wonder if Sireb is doing well with the lady’s . You stole a couple things from the men you had talked to for yourself to sell.

You come up to a woman and compliment her shoes. Then only a minute later you ask to know more about another lady.

Your job was hard, but you loved to act like you cared when really you dont give any shits.

As you talk to another man you see Siren flirt with a girl, having her pinned up to a wall. You scoff in disgust before looking away. Why did it make your heart pound? The lady your talking to is going in and on about herself. You keep on a smile but you scoff at her.

‘Can’t you bother someone else?’ You think.

Only 2 hours in and you’ve made a large amount of progress. You now have a group of people around you. They were interested in you.

You make a quick toast, “Raise a glads if you like me!” They all cheer and raise their glasses. You smile and take a sip of your drink, everyone joins in. Siren comes up behind you and you smirk, you could smell the alcohol off him from a mile away. “You’re getting trashed ‘cause you can’t leave?” You look at him in your seat, he’s standing behind you. You felt like a queen

“Guess we’re in this together.” He says as he looks down at you.

“Makes my head hurt.”

You get up and excuse yourself from the crowd, now walking with him. He might be drunk but he still looks composed and he’s still doing his job. He just randomly blurts things out..

“Everybody in this party’s fucking fake.”

You smirk, “And so am i, but we just go here so we gotta show some face.” You give him a laugh and he laughs along. You both walk away from each other before finding someone else to talk to.

“Hello it’s so good to see you.”

“We’ve met before but nice to meet you.”

“What’s my name? do you remember?”

“I’m pretty sure you have my number.”

“Let’s pretend we like each other.”

Suddenly you and Siren get a message from your ear piece that they got everything. You excuse yourself in last time before running away with Siren.

“Finally, We’re done.” He says with an exhausted sigh. “Not me.” You shrug

His eyes widen and he looks at you. “Wait, what?”

You wink at him before running away. It only takes you about 5 minutes to set gasoline around some of the building. Suddenly your coworkers show up.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?”

“YOU’RE GONNA RUIN THE PLAN!”

You shrug and give them a smirk. “Oh well.”

You grab the lighter from my pocket and set the place on fire.

“Cya.” You run off, taking off the fancy dress and wearing your costume from underneath. As you run you see smoke and fire in the distance. Screams filling your ears. You smirk as you run away. Hopefully that gives the villains a distraction so that you could escape.

That doesn’t matter though.

You know they’re weak.

Once you get to an alley way you open your pocket to see that everything you stole was gone.

“Wait. What the heck?” You start to look all around you before you hear a voice.

“Looking for these?” Siren. He dangled the watched, necklaces, and bracelets that you had stolen.

He walks up to you, grabs your hand, and opens it. He places the stolen items in your hand before walking away.

“Next time Darling, be more careful with the things you steal.” He looks you up and down. “Also, be more mindful of the chance that people can follow you.”

He smiles at you before running off.

And you’re left there, furious.

And yet you’re blushing.

Why were you blushing?!?

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topgun-imagines · 7 months

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Day 1: Beautiful Sorrow

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x wife!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, panic attacks, plane crashes, funerals, & cemeteries.

Word count: 2.0k

Walking this path never got any easier. No matter how many times he made the familiar trip, the heavy weight remained, crushing his lungs until it was hard to breathe. Of course, that didn’t stop Bob from making that same trip, year after year. The black, iron gates were always open, inviting, yet intimidating at the same time. Short, green grass lined the cobblestone pathway. It was always trimmed meticulously, purely out of respect. Each white stone was always clean, the engravings perfectly legible as people passed them by. Every fifth stone, the cobblestone path would branch off to both sides, creating a grid pattern in the soft-looking grass. But despite the overwhelming serenity, there was a war waging in your husband’s mind.

Robert Floyd, a normally calm and composed man, found himself seconds away from breaking down. He wasn’t even through those familiar gates yet when the first tear fell. It was routine by now; walk through the gates, down the cobblestone path, take a left and walk for about five minutes before stepping onto the manicured grass. Those were the same steps Bob followed every year on this day.

Bob had never really thought about cemeteries until you passed. Hell, he had only ever been in a handful. Once when his grandfather passed and once last year, at Admiral Kazansky’s funeral. He had never visited his grandfather’s grave after the old man was put in the ground, choosing instead to leave the past in the past. Three years ago, visiting the cemetery became a regular occurrence. He always pictured them on rainy days with grey skies and black outfits everywhere. Honestly, the thought of cemeteries was slightly frightening to the man.

After all, once he buried the love of his life, a number of things became frightening to him. Dropping your girls off at school was no longer a fun, exciting experience, but instead a daunting one. When you weren’t there to sit in the passenger seat and laugh along with your children's knock-knock jokes, the innocence of the task seemed to no longer exist. Driving home from work was suddenly something that Bob dreaded. Of course, he loved his children, but when his wife was no longer going to be there when he got home, he found himself wishing that he could stay at base forever.

On the other hand, he hated walking through those halls, knowing that only a few years ago you were there with him. And yet now, those walls would never see the beauty of your smile again.

Your husband could still remember that day crystal clear. The girls were at school, your son being babysat by Amelia at Penny’s house while Bob took advantage of some much-needed me-time. He was in the shower when his phone rang. The second he stepped out of the hot stream, there was a loud knock on the door. Rushing to get dressed, Bob opened the door with a large smile, ready to see your elderly neighbour delivering cookies as she’d promised the day before.

Instead, he was met with the sight of Phoenix and Hangman standing on his porch. Phoenix had tears in her eyes and Hangman’s jaw was hard set. Both of them were wearing their dress uniforms. Just as he was about to ask what they were doing there in the middle of the day, his eyes landed on the folded flag in Jake’s hands. That smile fell within seconds, the thought of his wife passing filling his mind. His knees buckled and Jake surged forward to catch him. Sobs racked through his body and Phoenix finally let her tears fall. You may have been Bob’s wife, but you were her best friend and Jake’s wingman. They missed you the same as he did.

Later that night, Maverick and Penny offered to watch your kids for the evening. Bob thanked them profusely, not ready to sit his young children down and explain to them that their mother was never coming home. Rooster, Phoenix, and Hangman stayed with him that night. They didn’t want him to be alone.

Your funeral was two weeks later. Robert Floyd wasn’t a big cryer, but on that day, everyone could easily say that his eyes weren’t dry once. The girls understood what was happening more so than your son did. After all, he was only two. The straw that broke the camel's back was when your son kept asking when mommy was coming home. That night, Bob spent the entire night at the cemetery, Phoenix offering to watch the kids. When the dark sky of the morning finally turned into dawn, Bob knew that it was time to go home.

Every year on that tragic day, your husband would make the same path that he was now, a bouquet of white roses clutched tightly in his grasp. Now, Bob found his mind wandering back to the last time he saw your smile, the last time he told you he loved you, the last him he heard your beautiful laugh. It was all he could do not to burst into tears. The kids were with Maverick and Penny, as they usually were on this day.

Years in the Navy taught him how to deal with high-stress situations. But this, this was something that no amount of teaching could ever make easier. No amount of warnings or advice could ever prepare Bob for just how difficult walking that path was going to be.

He turned left, passing the headstone of a woman by the name of Elizabeth Brown. After three years of walking the same, tedious path, Bob memorized the names on more than a few headstones. It seemed as if he was walking in slow motion, the familiar cobblestone stretching on and on for ages as if it were a nightmare. The silence of the cemetery was so loud that the sound of his heels on the stone was all that could be heard. Not a single other soul could be seen standing on the soft green grass. Bob couldn’t decide whether it was comforting that he was alone or intimidating.

Growing up in the middle of nowhere, Bob had never been in a cemetery of this size until the day of your funeral. That was the hardest day of his life. Not only did he have to stand in front of your friends and family and pretend that he was okay, he had to hold it together when Iceman handed him a folded-up flag. Later that day, the older man tried his hardest to comfort your children while Bob broke down, hiding behind the cars and collapsing against Jake.

As the years passed, living with the painful reality became easier. Day after day, Bob slowly began to stop noticing the little things. Like your make-up spread across the bathroom counter. Or your fruity shampoo and conditioner sitting perfectly next to his on the shelf in the shower. The pink lipstick stain on your favourite coffee mug and the smell of your favourite perfume on your clothes.

Now, as Bob sat on the neatly trimmed grass, the sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon. The tears running down his cheeks didn’t cease, even as he sniffled and blindly wiped his face with the back of his hand. The flowers were set carefully onto the ground before your husband rose up onto his knees. For the past three years, It felt as if there was a gaping hole in his chest. It seemed even worse now.

People expected Bob to just move on; act as if he forgot all about you. Never in a million years could he do that. You were the light of his life, the mother of his children and the one person that he would give his life for without a shadow of a doubt. Bob wanted nothing more than to be able to switch places with you. The day that Phoenix and Hangman showed up on his doorstep in the middle of the day, he begged, pleaded, with anyone or anything that would listen that it was some cruel joke. That you would come home at the end of the day with that same comforting smile on your face.

When you didn’t, that’s when it all became real for your husband. That's when he realized that you were never coming home again.

His forehead pressed against the cold stone, sobs racking through his body. Robert Floyd was raised as a Christian. He was taught to believe that God has a plan and that in the end, so long as you believe in God, everything will be okay. The night he found out that you were gone, he found it awfully hard to believe in God. Hours were spent with him on his knees as he wondered what he had done to deserve this. He loved you so much. The two of you had a beautiful family. Why had God taken you away from him?

To this day, Bob still didn’t understand why. For the most part, he had come to terms with the new reality. You were gone. His wife was buried in the ground and his children were left without a mother. And yet, he had found a way to keep on living his life. Bob liked to think that you were watching over him and your children. He knew it would kill you to see him like this, a snotty mess as tears streaked down his face.

That was how your husband spent the next hour. The sun was long gone, and if Bob had lifted his head from the cold stone, he would have been able to see the bright stars shining overhead. The grass was damp under his knees, creating dark, wet patches on his jeans. No matter the discomfort he was feeling, nothing could have pulled him away from your grave. He missed you. He missed his other half. The woman that he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with. As his tears splashed onto the white stone, he was reminded for the millionth time that he would never get that chance.

So, your husband collected himself and stood on shaky legs from the cold ground. Ever so slowly, he kissed his fingertips before pressing them to the cold stone. His eyes slipped shut and one last tear rolled down his rosy cheek.

Bob still hadn’t found closure. But that was okay. He knew that he loved you so deeply, it was going to take him longer than everyone thought to come to terms with what happened. And even if he did find closure, he would never forget about you. He could never forget the woman of his dreams.

As Bob dried his eyes one last time, he began walking back to that familiar cobblestone path. This time, as his heels clicked against the stone, it didn’t feel so hard to breathe; there wasn't a thousand-pound weight on his shoulders as there was before. This time, Robert Floyd reminisced of sweet memories with his wife as he turned the corner at the headstone he knew all too well. The next few steps didn’t create a sinking feeling in his stomach, knowing that once again, he was walking further and further away from the woman he promised the world to. And as he walked through those black iron gates, Robert Floyd wanted nothing more than to be able to hold you in his arms again, to kiss you one last time.

Fate was a funny thing. Everyone that had ever seen the two of you together would have sworn that you were destined to be together for eternity. You were the perfect couple. Bob never would have imagined that he would only have a few short years with you before he had to say goodbye forever. And yet here he was, walking out of the now-familiar cemetery and wishing that fate had never played this cruel, twisted joke on him.

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bullet-prooflove · 22 days

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The Man On The Hill: Vince Leone x Reader

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Companion piece to One Night - You're the first woman after Sharon.

Vince can’t pretend he doesn’t know what you look like underneath that sheriff’s uniform. That he hasn’t seen the scar on your right shoulder that looks like a bullet wound or traced his lips over the tattoo on your thigh. Whenever you're in any sort of proximity he can’t help but remember the night the two of you spent together. His calloused palms roving all over your body, the taste of your honey on his tongue, that sweet little noise you made for him when you climaxed.

You’ve lit a fire in him that will just not be sated and he thinks you feel it too.

The first time he invites you over, he fucks you on the couch. There’s a wordless agreement between you that the bedroom is off limits. That was his wife’s domain and there’s no space for her in the shit the two of you get up to together. When you fall asleep, he holds you close, his face buried in your hair as his fingertips stroke through it. It’s been a long time since he’s had a goodnight’s sleep but when he wakes up the next morning with a crick in his back, he feels more well rested than he has in years.

Vince doesn’t intend for it to become a regular thing but it does. Sunday nights he cooks at his place, Wednesdays you order take out at yours. There’s usually some fooling around in between depending whose on call and when.

It’s only when he’s shopping for condoms two towns over that realises the madness of it all. You’ve have been seeing each other for over six months at this point, there’s commitment there, love. Why the hell is he still hiding it?

He thinks of Sharon on the drive back, the conversation they had before she’d collapsed at the Fire Camp Cookout.

“Promise me you won’t become that grumpy old fire chief that lives on the hill.” She’d requested, her hands clasping his so tightly he thought her fingers might break. “That you’ll live your life, try to move on, be happy.”

“There is no happy without you.” He’d told her, his thumb chasing over the wedding band on her finger.

“Vince, I know you won’t deny a dying woman her final wish.” She had said, giving him that look. “You need to make me this promise.”

So he had because his wife was dying and he would have given her anything in that moment. Twelve hours later she was gone and he had become that man on the hill. He had been that man for over three years before he met you.

“I want people to know.” He tells you later that night. The two of you are curled up on the couch together, a blanket draped over your legs because it gets a little cold up here during the winter. His arm is wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close as his lips brush over your temple. “I don’t want this to be a secret anymore.”

“That is a bell you can’t unring.” You remind him, your palm coming to rest on the space where his heart resides.

“I know.” He tells you. “But we’re getting serious and I’m sick of going out of town to buy prophylactics.”

You laugh and that sound, Jesus he didn’t realise just how much he loved it until this moment.

“I’m crazy about you.” He finds himself telling you, his lips brushing over yours. “Absolutely crazy."

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pttwice · 6 months

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may you do a story of nd!momo masking and her caregiver (you can pick) doesnt notice. at the end of the day everything starts to weigh on momo and it becomes to much for her and she breaks down

hi anon :) of course! i feel like little nd!momo would be good at masking :( not always a good thing and i know it can be really hard, but i know that her caregiver would be so sweet to her

30 minutes

|| littlend!momo, cg!jeongyeon ||

Tying your shoes, buttoning a shirt, and talking to people. These are things Momo had done a trillion times at least and would be doing until she was no longer on Earth. As someone with dyspraxia, it was sometimes difficult to do things that, to most people, are pretty easy tasks.

Through therapy as a kid and a lot of love and encouragement from her parents, Momo was able to deal with her dyspraxia fairly well. Being on Sixteen with the eventual other members of Twice helped to boost her confidence but also made her lose a part of herself in a way.

The troubles Momo faced that all the other girls didn't resulted in her being eliminated, only to be brought back. The relief and sheer joy that was coursing through Momo when her name was called to be the last member of Twice was immeasurable.

Through years of working with the girls and endless encouragement when she struggled, she felt like she could do anything in the world.

There were still days Momo had trouble doing the basics. Most of the time she was able to hide it from her members when she was having trouble and stumbled her way — quite literally — through her day. Oftentimes though, her problems with her dyspraxia and regression merged. These days were exceptionally hard for Momo and sometimes, masking just wasn't enough.

"Do you need help zipping up your jacket, Momo?" Jeongyeon popped up behind the younger, a bright smile on her face as she zipped Momo's jacket up without question.

Momo just quietly thanked Jeongyeon, too embarrassed to admit just how long she had been standing in the middle of the living room trying to zip her jacket up. If she didn't notice, then there was no need for Momo to say anything anyway.

As the girls made their way to practice for an upcoming award show, Momo could feel that it was going to be a hard day. Everything was becoming increasingly harder as the day went on and it was only 1 in the afternoon.

When they arrived at the JYP building, Momo could barely take her regular shoes off to put on the shoes she usually wore to practice. She had to retie her laces three times before they were okay enough that they wouldn't untie and cause her to fall mid-practice.

"Ready to go, Momo?" Jeongyeon held out her hand to help Momo up as the younger nodded, a small smile on her face. Momo really hoped that Jeongyeon didn't watch her struggle to tie her shoes.

"Remember, focus on the footwork for Set Me Free since it's the hardest." Jihyo instructed the members before she turned the music on, the metronome helping Momo immensely to help count her in since she was having a little trouble with it.

"Momo, make sure your foot's a little to the left"

"Momo, try to bend your arm a bit more."

"Momo, that moves next."

For hours, Momo made mistake after mistake. All her members were helping her, but she just couldn't get the moves right. Every single time she tried to move one way her body moved another way.

When they took a break, Momo leaned on Jeongyeon, a tired and dissatisfied sigh leaving her. It was getting harder and harder to avoid a meltdown and keep trying but she knew this was important. She couldn't keep messing up and let her head get the best of her.

"Tired, Momo?" Jeongyeon let out a small chuckle and patted Momo's head, blissfully unaware of her friend's struggling. To Jeongyeon, Momo was just having a bit of an off day. All the girls had their off days. But Jeongyeon had no idea she had tried to zip her jacket up this morning for 30 minutes.

Momo just pursed her lips in a small smile, nodding at Jeongyeon's question. She forced herself up from the small couch in the back of the practice room and grabbed her water bottle. She turned around, trying to take the lid off, but her fingers weren't cooperating.

Momo got more frustrated by the second, trying and trying again to take the lid off, but failing every time. She turned to try and find someone to help her, but then she remembered that she couldn't let her members worry. Having her members worry was what led her to hours of scolding and extra practice during sixteen. Worrying got her disqualified. Worrying was nothing good. So even though she was really thirsty, Momo just put her water bottle away and opted to wait until their break was over.

"Momo, please try again." Nayeon sighed, a little annoyed that she had to break off to reteach Momo a section of the song. Nayeon wasn't sure why the younger was having so much trouble. She was fine to help her, but she was getting tired and she would much rather be taking a break and not teaching.

Momo just mumbled a small ‘sorry’, looking back up into the mirror. For the last time, Momo repeated the same moves she had been messing up for the past 10 minutes. Finally, she had gotten it. Her body sagged in relief when she was finished, but when she looked back up at herself again in the mirror, everything felt off.

Momo saw herself as that idol who always embarrassed herself on TV because she couldn't speak well. She saw the teenager struggling to remember the most basic dance moves and getting eliminated. She saw the elementary school kid who couldn't tie her shoes even though she was 10 years old. She saw the same Momo this morning who couldn't even zip her jacket up in 30 minutes.

She couldn't keep a happy face anymore.

Momo looked away from herself in the mirror and ran out of the practice room, slamming the door behind her as she dipped into the practice room next door.

Jeongyeon looked up from her phone just as Momo slammed the door. She quickly got up and went over to Nayeon, worry laced in her voice as she spoke to the oldest. "What just happened?"

Nayeon looked at Jeongyeon extremely confused and worried. "I-I don't know. I was just helping her and she finally got the moves down. Five seconds later she was looking in the mirror and just ran out.

Jeongyeon stared at Nayeon for a few seconds before guilt washed over her. How could she have been so blind when Momo was struggling the entire day? She couldn't zip up her jacket. She kept having to retie her shoes. She couldn't remember the dance well.

Jeongyeon sighed and shook her head, thanking Nayeon before she went out to look for Momo. It didn't take long as she peeked into the next practice room and saw Momo curled up on one of the couches.

Jeongyeon slowly opened the door, her heart breaking as soon as she heard Momo sobbing. Jeongyeon walked over to the couch and sat down beside Momo, reaching a careful hand out to pat her back.

"Are you okay, Momo?"

At the sound of Jeongyeon's voice, Momo shot up, wrapping her arms around Jeongyeon's neck. Her sobs were muffled by Jeongyeon's shoulder and the older could feel Momo shaking with each sob she let out.

"It's okay, Mo. I've got you. Take as much time as you need."

Momo somehow crawled her way onto Jeongyeon's lap, the older girl rubbing her back up and down to help sooth her. "I-I tried to-jus' wan'ed to-"

"It's okay, sweet girl. You don't have to say anything. I know it's hard to talk right now."

Momo just nodded and continued to cry into Jeongyeon's shoulder, her whole body feeling heavy now as she finally let herself deal with everything she was holding back.

It took an hour for Jeongyeon to calm Momo down enough and by the time Momo's sobs had died down to sniffles and hiccups, they had made it back to Jeongyeon's apartment. She carried the little into her bedroom and sat her down on the bed, grabbing a pair of pajamas and her Barbie pillow she kept at Jeongyeon's.

Jeongyeon handed Momo her Barbie pillow which the little immediately pulled to her chest. She slipped her practice pants off and laid her down. Momo was distracted enough with the pillow that Jeongyeon was able to quickly change her into a pull up and her pajama pants.

Whenever Jeongyeon had to take the pillow to slip her pajama top on, a loud whine left the little's mouth. "Wan' pillow!"

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, but I'm just gonna slip your shirt on and you'll have Barbie right back." Jeongyeon gave Momo a gentle peck on the cheek before quickly swapping her tops, handing her the Barbie pillow.

"There we go. Now my baby's all comfy." Jeongyeon sat down beside Momo and pulled out her iPad. She pulled up an app that they'd use to communicate sometimes and handed it to Momo. "Do you want to tell mama what happened today?"

Momo looked down at the iPad and nodded. She handed Jeongyeon her pillow and tapped on a few pictures. They were able to put in familiar pictures that Momo frequently used so she didn't have to struggle with typing everything out.

Once Momo was done, she handed the iPad back to her mama and took the pillow, resting her cheek against it as she watched Jeongyeon read through her pictures.

Jeongyeon frowned at the pictures that Momo had picked out. She could tell that the little felt guilty for taking so long to understand everything at practice, she was having a really hard day with her fine motor skills, she was trying hard to mask it because she didn't want to worry everyone, and she ran out of the room because of scary memories

"Were the scary memories from Sixteen, sweet girl?"

Tears formed at the corners of Momo's eyes at the mere mention of the show as she buried her face in Jeongyeon's chest. She nodded as a small whimper escaped her.

"I'm sorry you had such a hard time then, baby but you're safe and sound with us now. Mama will never let anything like that happen to you again." Jeongyeon kissed the crown of Momo's head and set the iPad down on the bed, wrapping her arms around the little.

"Any time you're having trouble with anything, just come to me and I'll help you. I promise I won't ever tease you or make fun of you. Mama's only here to help her sweet girl." Jeongyeon tilted Momo's head up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She wiped away the few tears that fell and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

The rest of the evening was hard for Momo. She was still frustrated since she couldn't eat anything without Jeongyeon's help and whenever she tried to color to relax, her hands wouldn't cooperate with the crayons.

Momo ended up crying a few more times, but her mama was there with her every step of the way to encourage her and distract her. Jeongyeon played easy games with her that only involved pointing and she even read the little a few stories.

By bedtime, Momo was feeling much better. Her mama assured her that no matter how hard the day was, mama would always be there to help her tie her shoes or zip up her jacket. It made Momo feel special and it let her know that her mama really loved her.

#twice agere #twice fanfic #twice fic #littlend!momo #dyspraxia!momo #caregiver!jeongyeon #sfw #sfw interaction only #sfw agere

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grellestie · 8 months

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a piece made for a fic that does not exist <3

(tw blood)

BUT here's a bloodless version for the gang who don't likeda blood (i understand)

just pretend like i gave her the glasses chain whoopsie

(zoom to see more of my mistakes!)

and as always

below the cut is the fic i never actually made and the version WITH blood.

now the anti-blood people are gone, let get into it-

here's the excerpt i made up;

Nightlife isn't exactly for everyone... However this cute bar attempted to make itself welcoming to anyone visiting. It was surprisingly large yet only appealed to the militant populous more than any regular guest. As long as you served time, you were welcome and most likely could see old friends of old. But even then, normal patrons can definitely have a good experience too! What the bar was most known for was its' gardens. They prided themselves on their pure white roses along with other flowers. They were never a tint red, yellow, or what have you. Not to mention, what was obvious to any botanist worth their salt, how healthy and vibrant they really were. The bar was always worth going to even if you didn't have anyone to experience it with, the atmosphere, the loving air, and people around you created the experience for you. Even despite the times of the unexplained deaths, it was able to sit as a community and be something that felt safe no matter how many more bodies dropped and met their unfortunate end. Even after the bar is long destroyed, it'll be something to truly remember...

However, this night wasn't something meant to be remembered... At least that's what he thought. Just another night to be free and maybe find a beautiful lady to take home! But that's just a little too ahead of himself. He needed to find one he got on with first. His eyes glanced around the room until he saw two beautiful women talking with each other. The first one was a gorgeous blonde, her makeup was a little smudged but hey! It's a bar! The other was a little bit more... mysterious. He couldn't see her face which was a shame but he could perhaps fill in the blanks when it comes to just knowing someone with such striking crimson locks could be just as beautiful if not more than the other.

As he was about to start attempting to flirt with them, the blonde got up first and then the other followed. The redhead seemed to take some time before heading right behind the other woman, however. Her shifty looks around didn't really make her look so innocent. She didn't seem to fit in with the bar at all. It was more casual yet she was dressed up. Her steps seemed so quiet and unloving compared to the loud and warm sounds of the bar. Something just didn't seem right at all... Nobody seemed to notice what had happened except for the man. He decided that maybe he should be the one to check on them. If it's nothing, he can blow it off like it was just for a smoke break.

The walk towards the garden was... extremely off. The echoes of people celebrating were dissipating as he walked away yet they only felt like a distant memory. His shoes clicked as he walked and the sound was deafening, almost more than the growing silence This was just a normal thing right? Maybe the murders were just becoming more and more on his mind and he was overthinking it... Maybe he is just being paranoid. He decided to linger outside the door before opening it.

...

There was a slight yelp- Not a scream but definitely the sound of someone caught off guard. Without any hesitation, he opened the door. He wanted to run and see what happened but he kept a steady pace instead. He saw what he assumed was a body but it didn't look right, it just looked to be a large pool of blood. The blood splatted onto the perfect white roses, painting them a depressing red to mark as a reminder to what had happened. It was almost satire of a murder scene. He looked up to the woman with red hair attempting to clean the blood off of her glasses. She was completely soaked in blood and seemed somewhat shaken. Poor thing... Seeing such a safe and secure place be still subject to something so horrible must have been hard for her... Which he what he wanted to think until his eyes met with hers. Her chartreuse eyes were so... unforgiving yet dreadfully cheerful. She kept looking and didn't really... seem to grasp what she was looking at until he cleared his throat. She smiled entirely insincerely and he couldn't help but keep staring. He needed to break the awkward silence

The woman's voice seemed to be pretending to be calm. Yet her shock wasn't one of someone who saw someone just die. He wanted to run away and get help but he couldn't help to stay.

"Are... you alright...?"

"Oh! Never better."

"What... What happened? There was a woman with you and she's... there." He crudely pointed. "Were you two attacked... Why would this murderer only go for her and not you...? Come to think... I only saw you follow her over here..."

That last sentence would have sent any killer over the edge, he thinks, yet the woman seemed to keep her composure despite being clearly upset, said by her body language.

"Hm~ Aren't you a smart one? Well... I'll explain everything if you help me back to my room. How's that sound?"

and there u go!

(zoom for worse quality! and reblogs are always appreciated more than likes but hey! i'll take what i can get in this economy!)

also dumb comic bc im not immune to the funnies (based on a "life is deranged" strip);

okie bye bye now <3

#real talk- the only reason i havent written it is that idk who would be the narrator here #oh well!#i dont have time to write it anyways #sobs in college student #black butler #kuroshitsuji #grelle sutcliff #grell sutcliff #grell #art tag #writing tag #uhh #cw blood #artists on tumblr #just realized i gave grelle little autistic t-rex arms #slay queen

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sunshine-zenith · 7 months

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Aight so, I’m a blood donation phlebotomist and whenever I see fictional blood drives in media, I have Thoughts. Here are a few quick thoughts on the blood drive in F&C’s episode “The Star”

We don’t actually see the blood drive, which actually saves my sanity a little bit. The charity ball seems to take place on one of the top floors, and let me tell ya, hauling our equipment through elevators kinda sucks — there’s a lot of it, it’s heavy, and we typically only have 45min-1hr to set up, and elevators really cut into that. Gary and Marshall had to run up/down a set of stairs to get to the elevator, too, so unless the blood drive was in an off screen office or like someone’s room (since Marshall, Gary, and Hana all change pretty quick off screen, meaning rooms gotta be close by), it’s kinda impossible to have a blood drive in this specific scenery. I’m hoping the actual blood drive was in a lobby or something, because otherwise I’d lose like seventeen years from my life just imagining the set up.

I’m kinda hoping the blood drive was in the afternoon, before the charity ball, since this seems to be taking place in the evening. It’s not fun having to drop blood off at the lab at three in the morning

The posters? Fire, love them. Collection staff (the ones who set up, break down, do the mini-physicals, and of course the phlebotomies themselves) typically aren’t sent with posters because we are not given enough time, space in the trucks, or frankly money to deal with that, but it’s not unheard of for the people in our organizations who actually set the drives up to go out themselves and add a little pizzazz. Alternatively (and more likely), Hana just commissioned a bunch of posters with blood puns for this event

Everyone is dressed up and thats lowkey stressful. They’re just asking to get blood on their nice suits and dresses

The fact that there’s a bunch of food at the charity event? Love that. Seeing that would save me from worrying about our donors (entirely too many will jump off the bed, say I’m fine, bypass the canteen area, and pass out in parking lot. Jfc just take the fucking cookie and sit for a sec dude, dropping a pint of blood is not a total non-event, c’mon). I’m guess this is a closed blood drive (meaning only people from this event can donate), and most of the people attending seem to be in the food business, so there’s a social obligation to have at least some for the sake of networking, so win-win

That said, if you’re hosting a blood drive as part of an event, this event has/is centered around food, and you don’t give the phlebotomists any, you’re a dick and there’s a good chance that if you make this a regular blood drive, it’ll be constantly understaffed because of angry call outs. We talk, y’all, and we remember

Also one this I’m horrified by? The alcohol — listen, at least one person at every blood drive makes a cheap date joke. We don’t follow you home, we can’t stop you from making the choices you mark when you’re out of our care. TBH I did this myself once, donated blood then had alcohol later, and I was alright, just super tired super quick (and I frankly have zero interest in doing this again). Everybody is different, every body is different. Some people are fine

Some people end up super sick and dizzy after like one drink because, again, dropping a pint of blood is not a non-event. Just make smart choices, y’all

Imma say having alcohol at a big important charity event right after donating blood isn’t a smart choice. Because networking and business and you’ll be quickly shitfaced at best. Is that the risk you wanna take?

That mascot tho. (Brilliant Ricardio cameo). We have a masco, I think most blood banks do, but we typically don’t haul it around with us. A big charity event though? Yeah, it makes sense that someone would bring it. I personally would rather throw it out the window than wear it myself, but it’s still fun to see

I haven’t seen anyone mention this on social media, but I want to point out the amazing timing of this episode in regards to blood donation qualifications.

CW for references to sexual activity and the now lifted MSM blood donor ban

In August of 2023, this year and like a month before this episode came out, the FDA finally officially lifted the MSM blood ban (earlier this year the mad cow disease ban was also lifted, too). Gotta acknowledge this: Now we we have to ask about specific sexual behaviors (anal sex with a new partner), which can result in a three month deferral. Super fun to ask conservative grandmas in churches btw. I’m queer, a lot of my coworkers are queer, you have no idea how much this means to us, let alone the population affected by this ban. I’m kinda surprised there wasn’t any nod to the MSM ban at all, though — Gary and Marshall are a MLM couple, after all, and even if they aren’t sexual active yet, it’s still something that hung over a lot of MLM individuals. I know the blood drive was a super clever nod to the whole “in another universe he’s a vampire” thing, but still, characters curse on the reg, there’s blood and gore, and there’s a focus on adult specific issues like rent and starting a business — you’d think there’d be an ambitiously worded nod to this specific MLM issue or something. It can take over a year to get an animate episode ready to air — when F&C started production, the ban was still very much a thing. Maybe the creators were aware of the ADVANCE study on removing the MSM ban that would’ve been going on at the time, and were being optimistic about how long it would take, or maybe there was a line that was cut when the ban was lifted. Or maybe the creators just wanted the Vampire->AU Blood Drive gag and hoped no one would think about it

#adventure in certifiable vampirism #adventure time Fionna and cake #long post #adventure time #gary prince #prince gumball #marshall lee abadeer #hana abadeer #Gumlee #spoilers #msm blood donor ban #homophobia #kinda? listen the fact that ban lasted as long as it did was messed up and it’s about damn time it was lifted

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py6oto · 9 months

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more hlvrai x yume nikki au stuff!!!

this post is gonna have a lot more text than my usual posts. so sorry if you don't want that.

so people seemed to really like my idea (which is really unexpected !! i didn't expect it to gain any attention at all!!! but its also super awesome and im so glad they do!!) so ive been brainstorming a little bit.

heads up i know yume nikki is a very ambiguous game but im pretty new to it so if i happen to get any established information wrong please let me know !? ty !!

anyways. before we do the effects. please take some sprites.

(body horror ((multiple eyes, messed up limbs, gunshot sounds)) under the cut!!! pls stay safe !!! ) (also a huge lore dump. sorry!)

id think this au takes place in a universe where the resonance cascade was real (aka not a game or simulation) and it'd be like, maybe a few months after it. gordon is traumatized as hell and it haunts his subconscious to the point he feels the need to isolate himself completely. he relives his trauma through eerily consistent dream worlds and then dies on a random tuesday. credits roll. audience cheers. wonderful story.

the vision for the sprites is that tommy functions as a "friendly" npc (like monoko and the other girl i forget the name of please forgive me) and benrey functions as poniko, uboa being "xenrey" or essentially messed up alien benrey (the weird...white...blood....world...room...uboa takes you to when you interact with it is simply replaced by xen. that's it. benreys house is a direct gateway to that time gordon fought god and won and isn't that amazing.)

i might remake the "uboa" sprite in the future because i don't really like it right now. im very new to pixel art and imitating YMNK's style is a little hard.

i like to think this imaginary game would have the teensiest tiny bit of dialogue, only when interacting with benrey. when you interact with his "regular" form, he says "you're not supposed to be here." and repeats it every time you interact, not saying anything else.

i know one of the biggest things that makes yume nikki stand out is its lack of dialogue, but listen, i think it would work well!!! seeing as this is the only time a character actually talks to gordon through understandable dialogue (unless i come up with something else!! haha) i think it would be confusing and throw players off because it breaks the pattern of being either ignored or silently acknowledged. someone talking directly to you after hours of isolation is confusing and unpredictable. which is what benrey is. confusing as hell!

im not sure what function tommy would offer, if any, i kinda want him to maybe give gordon an effect (soda effect could work?)

i dont think he'd bring any jumpscares or intentionally unsettling things to the table. seeing as he was the only one by gordon's side when the rest of the team proved itself to be a threat, i think it's logical he'd remember tommy in a warmer light than the others- which is reflected in how instead of unsettling or ignoring gordom, dream tommy simply smiles and gives him the ability to drink a soda any time. soda effect.

does this soda effect make you see faster like tommy said?

as much as i'd love to, no. probably not. because i have no idea what the hell seeing faster means.

maybe you can get a caffeine overdose. if you spam 1 enough times you will get very fast for as long as the soda effect is on. like the bycicle effect, but better, because you can taste it!

but no, it won't help you see faster. i don't know how to translate that sentence into understandable english.

now, coomer and bubby!!!! i apologize very deeply for i have not made sprites for them yet. i promise i will!!! it's just very late today and if i draw anything else i will actually just pass out.

im not very sure what i want for them yet. i think theyd be similar to tommy, but they'd have different functions. maybe they all give gordon different effects. or maybe they scare him! i dunno, i feel like there'd be a certain level of distrust from gordon to the old guys, like, of course he doesn't hate them but itd be hard to remember them super kindly and harmlessly when one of them ruthlessly tried to murder you with 300 clones of himself and the other tricked you into an ambush that cost you your arm, as much as you love them.

also!!! i completely forgot gordon lost an arm when i made his sprite. oops. it's okay its just a very realistic prosthetic

anyways. this post is getting too long so i think I'll save the boomer talk for when i actually post their sprites. its time for EFFECTS !!

i haven't been able to come up with many words yet. but i have some effects and a slight idea of how gordon would earn them.

concept art is beautiful

from left to right (because my handwriting is absolutely hideous!)

SODA - earned by interacting with TOMMY. wherever tommy is??? i dunno! pressing 1 will make gordon drink the soda and earn a temporary speed boost.

CAR??? - part of me really wants to rename this one but it's so funny to me i want to keep it. it's just a car. he literally just whips out a car and starts driving. what a legend. this effect lets him get across water areas faster (even faster than the soda!)

LONG HAIR - literally just gives him long hair. there is no practical use for this. nothing will happen. it just gives him long hair. isnt he beautiful.

ARM - earned by interacting with a dismembered arm found... somewhere.... probably some dark room. you know that effect where madotsuki literally just becomes a head? yeah. this is that but it's an arm because of course it is. this is an opportunity and i will not give it up. there is no use for this either. it just makes him a slow sad lonely arm.

MINIGUN - found by interacting with a certain object in POTION !! WORLD !! YEAHHH!! DARNOLD REFERENCE !!! pressing 1 will let you shoot the hell out of your enemies and make them pay for their sins

SWEET VOICE - found by interacting with any of the orbs in COLOR WORLD. 1 will allow gordon to song a beautiful, colorful song that will soothe any npcs he might have angered and make them stop trying to murder him.

POWERLEGS - MAYBE given by coomer npc? idk! this is all brainstorming and a work in progress! 1 makes gordon jump real high, allowing him to reach otherwise unaccessible areas

GHOST - ghost. he's a ghost. he's transparent. he flies. 1 makes him do a little ooooo noise and all the npcs run away from him because the place is haunted. ghost.

GLASSES - literally just pick up some glasses from the floor. putting them on will uncover a few hidden details across the map that may be necessary for progress ... like a very small and specific set of stairs

SMALL - makes gordon very small. i thought the original effect was super fun so i just kept it unchanged. small gordon. he can clone himself and make a gordon army. small. im thinking he finds it thru a coomer clone that is abnormally small. he interacts. small effect. small!

SHORT HAIR - literally just short hair. gordon can't seem to pick a haircut!

UMBRELLA - ...umbrella. makes it rain. shelters gordon from the rain at the same time. can be used for the same purpose it has in yume nikki which is putting out fires or stopping pre-existing rain.

there's supposed to be more effects and i still need to plan all the worlds and hidden rooms but ........ maybe when the sun is out and i have slept and i can think better !!! let me know whatever suggestions or ideas you guys have. i love hearing them a lot ^_^ thank you if you read all of this!! i promise hlvrai animations are not over this is just an au that has temporarily taken over its okay my content is not changing to yume nikki hlvrai only

gordon no

2023.07.27

#hlvrai #yume nikki #body horror tw #hlvrai tommy #hlvrai benrey #hlvrai gordon #hlvrai coomer #hlvrai bubby #the last 2 r only mentioned im so sorry #ask to tag #hlvrai au #lots of text!!!#srry!!!#i am thinking

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HOW CAN I CONTACT NICK PLEASEEE IM A 13 YR OLD SILLY GIRL WHO IS INFACT MENTALLY ILL IM ACTUALLY PERFECT FOR HIS STANDERDS PLEASEEE I NEED TO TALK TO HIM :3

For your own sake I’m hoping this is a joke

If it’s not, here! I’ll give you the full details on what to expect if you contact him! Because I met him when I was 14 and also a mentally ill silly girl!

Expect to be brutally raped. This is not gentle, you will be bleeding for days. He will slam your head against walls and choke you to the point you are gasping out for precious air, it’s not a sexy kind of choking. It’s the kind where it hurts as you struggle to breathe and suffocate slowly. It’s a near death experience on the regular. Speaking of near death experience! He will threaten you with knives, he held one to my throat. It’s an indescribable feeling, when you feel your stomach sink as you realize your life could end right there at the hands of another human. It makes your body react in ways you can’t control.

You will find yourself sobbing and crying, because he will make you feel insane and delusional for thinking anything is wrong with this relationship. You will beg him so many times to stop hurting you, to stop raping you, he will not stop. He may apologize after, but he will do it again.

If you’re like me you may even attempt suicide while dating him! Don’t expect him to visit you in the psychiatric hospital, he doesn’t care about you that way. But he will use your body again as soon as you’re out.

He is a parasite too. He thrives off of tons of people. Expect him to hurt your friends! He raped my friends too! We all hid our scars we received from him from each other, we were too ashamed despite all of us hurting because of him. You will feel intense guilt for being the reason he even knew them.

There is also the subject of family and loved ones! Years after this you may finally have the courage to tell them what you went through. They will feel shame and anger and guilt for having not seen the signs, for having not helped you. They will look at you for the rest of your life knowing how much you were hurt and they will hate themselves for letting it happen to you. You will always see it behind their eyes, it never goes away.

It never ever goes away. You won’t be able to maintain a normal relationship ever again. You can try, but every time someone touches you, you will struggle to not flinch, to not think they will hurt you too. Sex will never be enjoyable, your mind will always remember the ways you were hurt and violated. The way you gave someone so much trust to be intimate with you, and the way your trust was quickly broken.

And what about the rest of your life? Well! You will be so mentally fucked, you will cry for days on end about how you lost your childhood, lost your innocence to a fucking creep. To some fucking loser. If you’re like me you’ll be too depressed and traumatized to make anything out of yourself! You just become a shit college dropout addicted to drugs that help numb the pain.

Do not make the same mistakes I did. I thought I was so special and mature for having an older guy pay attention to me. Older guys who go after little girls do so because they are losers. No girls their age like them. They know how to utilize their power over you. I get wanting to fall into self destruction, I was the same. But please do not ever subject yourself to people like this. It isn’t worth it.

I only hold onto this url bc I don’t want “stans” of his taking it and glorifying him. He is a monster. Years later I still have nightmares about him. Even recollecting everything to answer this ask had me breaking down, but if I can tell the honest truth, in such a way that no child will ever have to go through what I went through, I will.

Please just do something better with your time. You are young, enjoy it while you are able to. Have fun, be silly, pick up creative hobbies. Live your life for YOURSELF not for some fucking man who will not give a shit about you later.

#sorry to word this so harshly but #I want this to scare you #bc I didn’t know the truth of how awful he was as a kid #and maybe if I had known what he was really like and the long term affects #maybe I would have been too scared to talk to him #ppl told me to stay away but never really told me why #maybe having something more definitive will work better than just a “stay away”

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Charater Dumping

soo, to get my nerves off of the whole LMK competition, I decided to draw a rp Oc, and now I wanna Charater dump on you guys-

Meet: Queen Beeulzeebub (Or known as Madam Bee)

Now, you're probably asking: isn't Beeulzeebub a Seven deadly Sin?

YES, YES IT IS. This rp's plot this charater is in is when the Seven deadly sins get tired of working, and choose their children or people in their respective rings to take their place.

Beeulzeebub was the first person to pitch this idea, and the first one to confidently find a replacement for herself. Out of all of the sins, Beeulzeebub is probably the Kindest one.

Now, making a design for a literal Sin of Gluttony is rather difficult, until you remember Gluttony is the overindulgence of things. (If you don't know what overindulgence means, just think if you already ate a lot of food and then say: one more won't be bad.....)

Most people make Beeulzeebub designs off of bees due to the name and sometimes make the characters chubby since when it comes to Gluttony, people immediately think food. Now, none of these ideas are wrong. What I notice is that people don't really expand on the actual meaning of overindulgence

Overindulgence can apply to anything if you think about it. It can apply to loving someone toxic, you keep on telling someone your gonna break it off, but you always come back. It can apply to good things like kindness like when someone keeps on being rude or degrading against you and you just say: I'll keep being kind so I can either get a reaction, or I can them.

Now, when it comes to villans, most can represent Gluttony due to their hunger for power or knowledge. These both can be overindulgence. This is what I wanted to add to my charater.

Beeulzeebub usually does the most paperwork of ALL of the rings, as she reassures everyone that her Taking more paperwork is okay as a sign of indulgence. Beeulzeebub also regularly searches for knowledge and power. Again, a sign of indulgence.

Because of this, Instead of making Beeulzeebub more Bee like or chubby, I made her design cluttered while keeping bee themes.

Personality

When Beeulzeebub was a teenager, To say she was the life of the party was a understament, she'd make the best drinks, the best food, always play the best songs, she was the ultimate party host.

However, despite the fun persona Beeulzeebub had, she had her own insecurities and was extremely loyal to others who have shown loyalty to her.

When she's older, her party persona is gone as it's replaced by stress and despair, Beeulzeebub tries to make spare time to pamper herself, signing hair appointments, going shopping, but it never really worked.

Relationships

Out of the Seven deadly sins, Gluttony may be the one everyone atleast respects. But that is mainly because Beeulzeebub is the main and best cook out of all of them.

Many of them poke fun about her body, always going to her if some of the food have gone missing. Gluttony however, usually ignores the comments, because she knows they won't cross the line considering she's the main reason why some of the other rings are still up.

The only person who really treats Beeulzeebub Kindly is Pride and Lust. Lust more than Pride however, as Pride really takes advantage of Beeulzeebub's kindness (and her romantic feelings) and usually treats her like a servant while Lust treats her like a regular person would.

Anway, if you want any questions about this charater specifically, don't be afraid to ask questions!

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smutember · 2 years

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Smutember prompts 2022 are here!

Once again, we are aiming to make the Internets a bit smuttier with the return of Smutember! Thank you to all, who submitted prompt ideas!

Rules

All posts have to be tagged with either smutember or smutember2022 hashtag (preferably both). Be aware that ns fw tag is shadowed, and posts with it are not visible in the tags. I personally suggest the revived old lemon tag. it wouldn’t hurt to @ this blog, so that your post won’t be missed, especially if your blog is new and still not shown in the tag.

No minor/underage content.

All submissions have to be at least somewhat smutty/naughty. We don’t require hard Explicit rating, a Mature one is fine too.

If you are planning on posting suggestive pics/drawings, remember that tumblr still has the ridiculous p0rn filter, so I suggest cropping the pic and adding links to external sites.

If your work contain kinks that may offend some, please tag them either in the tags, or in the body of the work.

Prompts are merely suggestions - at the end of the day, you are the one who chooses how to interpret the prompt. You can also completely ignore the prompts and have your own 30-day challenge, we’re not gonna call the internet police on you.

As usual, the only limitation is your imagination, so open your hearts (and zippers) and create some smutty content :)

And here are the prompt explained:

Library - a favourite places for nerds and bookwroms, with lots of dark corridors between bookcases for naughtiness. Also look for sexy librarians!

Partner swap - self-explanatory: sharing is caring, and one way to meet new people :D

In the rain - or after the rain, when clothes are wet and in need of being taken off...

Cruise - there is a reason they called it a "Love boat". Anything to do with travelling and romances that can take place on any ships

Don't get caught - another obvious one. Anything to do with doing in in a place where one shouldn't be doing it.

Only one bed - the oldest of tropes in romance fics. What if fate literally wants to put two people in bed?

Special occasion - birthdays, anniversaries and others are perfect moments for special love making!

Be quiet! - trying to stay quiet can be a challenge on its own when other people are around.

Surprise sex - spontaneity is the name of the game, just make sure the surprised person is okay with being surprised :D

Double penetration - not just the name of the kink, it can refer to any way of filling the holes... in your heart by more than two people. Or objects. They work too.

Just the tip - the tip of what, you may ask? That depends on you. Anything to do with gent;le tries and smalls steps forward the bigger goal

Give it all - the opposite of previous prompt - full steam ahead! Passionate love making all the way.

Put it in... writing. Anything to do with written word. Sexting, love letters, writing fics together, etc.

Show - stip-tease and role-play galore!

Hot tub - another famous cliché - sex in the bathroom. Showers, tubs, jacuzzi, hot springs.

Something new - time for experiments and broadening your horizons.New positions, kinks, etc.

Take charge - time for dominant side to appear. Anything to do with one side being slightly more possessive of the other one.

Movies - both at home or at the cinema. Whether regular, or R-rated, lots of fun can happen when watching them. Or maybe recreate a scene if it's so good...?

Orgy - another obvious one. The more, the merrier, especially when love is shared and experienced together.

Few clothes - sometimes being hidden is the sexiest. Sex in clothes, or with incomplete outfits, special costumes, etc.

Balcony scene - the ultimate romantic scene.... so let's make it smuttier. Romantic get-togethers, confessions, especially at night, etc.

Office sex - for some, the most boring of places. For others - opportunity to break some rules. AUs, or just situations with lots of strict rules.

Creative procreation - It's time to get pro-creative when comes to making babies. Breeding, impregnations, pregnant sex, etc.

Lust at first sight - anything to do with hormones taking over common sense and dictating one's steps towards lust

Picnic - another idyllic scene, perfect to smuttify. sex outside, in the nature, under open sky. etc.

Up high - the mile high club prompt. Sex on a plane, or on top of mountain, anything where one has to peak to achieve a peak.

7 minutes in heaven - famous party game can always be better. Quickies, confined spaces, heavy making out, etc.

Afterglow - what happens after the big o? Pillow talks, gentle kisses, or maybe an invitation to round two?

Swallow it! - Anything to do with messier aspect of sex. Facials, blowjobs, oral.

Free day - anything goes!

#smutember #smutember2022

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» Regular People AU || Attoye Prompt Drabbles || Master List « » Also a high school AU. «

Attuma wanted something. Okoye could tell, immediately, from the way he’d traipsed up to her favorite table in the library, all long limbed and awkward with that goofy smile of his putting his dimples on full display. She turned away from that grin, burying her head in the textbook she’d been reading before his noisy entrance had distracted her.

He’d had a growth spurt over the summer, and, clearly, hadn’t yet gotten used to the extra inches that had been added (and seemed to keep accumulating) to his frame. She wasn’t accustomed to them either, a flush forming on her face and sometimes—okay, most times—feeling butterflies in her stomach whenever he, and his changing body, were in her presence. Like now, with him looming over her workspace.

She recalled how unnerved she’d felt when they’d first reunited toward the end of their summer break. They’d met to exchange stories of their family vacations and compare their school schedules for the upcoming semester. Instead of looking straight into his ebony eyes, their height once of equal proportions, she’d had to tilt her head back to look up into his, no longer quite as boyish looking, face. It was then the jittering in her stomach had started, the muscles cramping as her mouth had opened and closed, wordlessly.

“I know, right? It feels like I grew two feet overnight,” he’d gushed, voice pitched much lower than she’d remembered.

‘Who is this man-shaped person, and what has he done with my friend?!’ She’d posed the question, silently, in her head before pulling herself together.

Punching him in the shoulder, in an attempt to dispel her discomfort, she’d laughed.

“I guess your brothers can’t call you shrimp anymore.”

“Yup, Aapo is so upset that I’m as tall as him now,” Attuma had gone on talking, hands gesturing as he’d enthusiastically spoke about his family’s month-long beach getaway.

Okoye had only half listened, making sounds of interest when appropriate. Really, she’d been observing him, watching to ensure that the boy she’d known so well, having lived next door to one another since infancy, was still there.

She was finding that, though his body was maturing, his habits and personality had remained the same. They were two months into the semester, and, like always, he spent more time, in each class, passing notes and joking around, with his other friends, then he did paying attention to their teachers.

“What do you want, Attuma?” She inquired, annoyed with his leaning over her table. The sleeves of his uniform were rolled up, flashing her the forearms that had begun filling out with his increased time in the weight room. She groaned internally, mentally slapping herself to keep from checking out her best friend.

“Okoye, my bestest friend in the world and the prettiest girl to walk these hallowed halls—”

Groaning, this time aloud, she rolled her eyes and pushed her chair back from the table, cutting off his attempt to butter her up.

“Bestest isn’t a word,” she informed as she turned her body to face his. “Just ask your favor. My free period will be over soon, and I have to finish reading this.”

“Okay, okay.” Straightening up his posture, he clasped his hands in front of his chest. “Please, pretty please, let me copy your homework for AP Biology. I was gonna do it, but the guys wanted to go out after soccer practice and then I was too tired to get it done,” he begged, his words rushing out.

Okoye glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Please, Okoye! Ms. Udaku threatened to talk to Coach M’Baku about not letting me play in the next game, if I missed another assignment. Please!”

This caused her to soften to his plight. Attuma loved soccer, the game a passion shared by everyone in his household. She knew that he even dreamed of one day playing professionally. Though, she wished he would take his schoolwork more seriously, it would pain her to see him miss out on his favorite activity, even for just one match.

He must have taken note of her crumbling resolve because the earnest expression that had blanketed his face, during his begging, broke into a broad smile—Okoye, again, graced by his dimples.

“Please,” he sang, having the nerve to fall to his knees before her. His hands hooked onto her arms, still crossed along her chest, and he shook her gently while smiling even wider.

How that was possible, she wasn’t sure, but the indents on either side of his cheeks had deepened—crater-like and apparently dug by God to hold her backbone and pride since she could never deny him when they made their appearance.

“Get off me, and stop making that face!” She demanded. Her outburst drew the ire of the librarian, who shushed in their direction.

Okoye nodded her head in apology, mouthing the words at the woman before returning her attention to Attuma. He’d stood, also giving the strict school employee a contrite look. He then settled across from her, at the table, retaking his enthused expression: his lips upcurved with an expectant look in his eyes.

“You know I can’t resist when you smile like that,” she muttered. Frowning, she reached into her backpack. Assignment in hand, she continued speaking, voice now clear, “Don’t ask me again. I’m not going to let you copy off me anymore.”

They both knew that wasn’t true, but Okoye bluffed, putting on a semblance of control.

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missing link ✦ kokomi x kaeya x childe, 2.8k

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fox hybrid childe (AFAB, transmasc) / half-vishap koko (AMAB, transfem) / plain regular human kaeya (AMAB, genderfluid) some made up anatomy

cw: blood (in an endearing vishap affection way), unprotected vaginal / anal sex

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"Hm?"

The conversation flies right over Ajax’s head. Something about a relaxing get-away, a beach trip that’s mentioned and scrapped quickly since it’s too hot to bear it in July. He's exhausted. The good kind. One where you feel your body sink deeper into the bed with each passing second, a sweet ache along your legs, every scent of the day imbued in your hair.

Smoke and sweat, the fries he nibbled on all night. Kokomi’s shampoo and Kaeya’s perfume. He’s too lazy to get up and take a shower. The whole ordeal of it, brushing through his tail, cleaning his ears and scrubbing away.

It’s too late, way past midnight — and he’s too comfortable, just like how he always is with them.

“They don’t allow three people to stay together, though. Strict rules from what I’ve heard.”

Ajax stretches with a relaxed sigh.

“Guys, I don’t really mind. We can just hit the bar and call it a day.”

Of course, immediately he is hit with “Don’t be ridiculous, it’s your birthday!”s and “It only happens once a year!”s.

He means it, when he says he doesn’t mind, that it’s not of importance. Elaborate birthday events are designed for either couples, friend groups or family. Their thing doesn’t quite qualify for any of those, leaving a night with minimal logistics required as their best option.

“As long as we’re together.”

He means that too. Ajax never really feels like an afterthought or a third-wheel despite the unusual circumstances of their dynamics. Possibly because they were already close friends before Kokomi and Kaeya had started dating. Or, perhaps it’s because they go to sleep snuggling close to each other on most nights. Maybe it’s because they walk hand in hand at the park, or because Ajax sits in the middle on movie nights and they end up falling asleep on his shoulder, every single time without fail.

Maybe it’s because he can’t remember the last time he watched the sunset or the sunrise on his own. The last time he cried alone, the last time where there wasn’t anyone to share his pain or joy.

After many years spent together, it’s the first time he realizes.

This, despite being the best thing he ever had, is not going anywhere.

Ajax looks to his left and then to his right, coddled in the only arms he finds comfort in. They are in love, after all. A couple.

Not that Ajax isn't head over heels for them both. He remembers mistaking it for envy when they first got together, jealousy over two people in love.

But it was never that. It's not that he wanted them to break up so he can have Kaeya or Kokomi to himself. They deserve to be happy together. And Ajax is happy to witness it, his best friends being in love and still clinging onto him even when they have each other. Regardless, at the end of the day there must be a line. Something that separates him from them. Right? It should stem from the fact that the kind of love Ajax feels for them is not reciprocated. In amounts it is, but in form, surely it must be wildly different.

Yet sometimes, when they hold each other close like this, he can't help but wonder. Kokomi's hand on his chest, drawing small circles.

Is it how she touches Kaeya, too?

It feels…

Intimate.

Kaeya's arm is wrapped around his waist like always, holding him close. Ajax can hear their hearts beating, and his own racing right under Kokomi's palm. It feels a bit dangerous tonight. Unusual.

Kokomi's nose brushes against his neck and Kaeya buries his own in his soft, ginger curls. Ajax feels like bursting into tears whenever he's held so gently, unsure of what to do with it. Where to put all this love he harbors in his heart. All he knows that it's true, never poisoning him or eating away at his insides like a greedy parasite. He wonders why it’s always portrayed as such in books.

Unrequited Love: The Curse

He disagrees. As unattainable as it may be, he has jokes to laugh at until he chokes of joy, cuddles to attend. Game nights to win. Celebrations where he raises a toast for them and funerals where they will stand side by side. It’s a life they share, not just something that can easily be diminished to a relationship.

Ajax not only loves them but also — he loves loving them. Usually that’s the case. Now it feels like he's close to breaking apart, saying or doing something he isn't supposed to. Kaeya’s lips pressed against his head, moving to the bridge of his nose and to his cheeks. Right above his lips, right under them on his chin.

Anywhere but. Just like always.

Kokomi’s gentle touch on one cheek, a kiss on the other.

It's impossible to look at her without feeling stunned and paralyzed, not when she lures you in with those pretty eyes.

Soft, silky hair that you can't resist running your fingers through.

Ajax can't help but stare at her lips. So painfully kissable and out of reach. He's seen Kaeya kiss her many times, witnessed the true bliss in his face as he did so.

Before long, Kaeya pulls them closer. Before Ajax realizes, he's mumbling and rambling about love, lips occupied by Kokomi and Kaeya. Before he gets to come clean, sincere confessions are whispered into his skin instead.

He finds himself laying on the bed they share, legs parted and hands inside Kokomi's shirt, Kaeya pulling down his soaking wet boxers and sliding a finger along his quivering cunt. Ajax bites down on his lower lip, shuddering at the kisses and bites along his thighs.

He finally rids Kokomi of her shirt, licking over the marks laid by Kaeya. Some deep red, more recent, and some turning purple and yellow.

A fresh one wouldn’t hurt, right? One signed by him for once, perhaps. If he can stop jumping at every corner of her body like a distracted puppy and actually focus.

Her toned muscles and the fluffy, pink happy trail vanishing into her legs pressed together. The tattoo that he gets a full view of during the summer or whenever she yawns and stretches in front of her brewing coffee.

It's a work of art, different from the ink that covers Ajax's arms. Intricate details and thinner lines. He brushes his nose against it, exploring the pattern with his lips.

Kokomi purrs at the adoration. It’s exhilarating, his attention that borders on worship — Ajax praying into her skin.

It’s not so different from how Kaeya makes love to her, how he gets on his knees and admires her for hours. Though, Ajax is a bit more eager, lacking self-control, unable to keep himself from latching onto Kokomi’s chest even when he wants to draw it out for longer.

A warm, wet tongue swirling around her hardened nipples that ache with lust, one hand that cups her breast. Sucking, biting and squeezing until he hears a low rumbling from Kokomi’s chest. When he looks up he’s met with — different eyes. The usual, serene blue in them forming into vertical slits gradually, teeth even pointier than usual.

This time it’s peculiar. Foreign. Like a siren she reels him in, enchanting and haunting. Ajax jolts, ears lowered to the sides of his head like a frightened cub.

Kokomi pets them, seemingly unresponsive yet obviously attempting to put him at ease. Her claws card through his hair and ruffle the fur coating his ears.

It’s horrifying and deeply unsettling. Far from the way Ajax lowers his guard and unravels. She’s cold-blooded by the literal definition of the word. Not so easily overpowered or digested even in human form.

Yet, it doesn’t take away from how comforting her touch is, albeit laced with unpredictability and a tinge of fear. He feels taken over, owned and possessed in a grip that burns cold like a frost-bite. It’s a delicious contrast, combined with Kaeya’s warm palms all over him.

Ajax caresses her hips, inching up to the gills on the sides of her ribcage. Slits she has no use for on land, quivering under his touch. The Kokomi he knows flashes and fades out again with his every move, pleased moans followed by high-pitched shrieks and grunts.

"Kaeya..." Ajax moans with his nose buried in her breasts as he shivers with a tongue flicking against his clit.

Pleading with a lover as he’s held by another, all sensations he ever deemed intense, they pale in comparison to how alive and awake he feels now.

He pulls Kokomi to his lap, delicate yet ravenous. Teeth and tongue, reckless moves inside her mouth as she reciprocates.

He holds her in place, with Kaeya’s tongue lapping over his folds. A strong grasp on his thighs, parted sinfully with true bliss seeping inside. Ajax, hazy with pleasure, clutches his hand that reaches up to him from below.

“My dove…” he whispers against Kokomi’s lips, fingers entangled with Kaeya tenderly. Burning up for two, the most consumed he's ever been by it. Kaeya’s tongue reaches deep inside, eating him out passionately — just the way he wanted to for a long time. He holds Ajax the one way he never could before.

His hand running over Kokomi’s skin, Kaeya wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer if he got a good look of the beautiful view. So, he stays down. He drinks up all that he’s graced with — a sweet, slightly bitter token of his desire with peach fuzz brushing against his cheeks. He rests his head on Ajax’s inner thigh, playing with his sore clit. He deserves to be pampered, not the bullshit he complains about every time he returns home from a failed date.

He deserves to be adorned with kisses, orgasms that shake his body to its core.

Kokomi arches her back and lifts her ass to welcome the hand that slides down her back. Ajax traces one finger over the fabric, surprised to find her slick with a viscous fluid he’s not familiar with. Steady movements even when his lower body twitches uncontrollably.

It’s hard to call it warm, however it is so potent — whatever it is that she’s secreting. Soft, gummy walls that clench around Ajax’s fingers, overflowing with something a lot thicker than what he leaks over Kaeya’s lips.

Eyes that look down on him, Ajax can see the feral pride that’s ablaze behind them. She’s not the only one that seeks dominance.

Ajax finally growls back, showing off his sharp canines. Cocky, no longer led by common sense but instead by a primal urge that was laying dormant. Kokomi’s brows furrow, a set of claws wrap around his throat with a vile hiss. She’s having the time of her life, no doubt about it. “Play—hngh—nice, Koko.” he spits out the words through his restrained cords. Her grip loosens momentarily, only to choke him again with a playful smirk.

Even then, Ajax doesn’t stop stretching her out, seeing how she grinds down on his fingers and nuzzles into the exposed side of his neck.

He’s losing this one, so far at least. Bending over backwards to please the creature on top of him, gasping for air under her claws that mercilessly draw blood, not to even mention the way he pulsates on Kaeya’s tongue.

“Are you… fighting?” he asks, genuinely curious.

Kokomi pulls away with a mischievous giggle.

“I don’t think so…” Ajax boops her on the nose, “What’s so funny, hm?”

She mutters, forcing out every sound through her distorted voice and venomous lips —

“Cute…”

Ajax can’t help but chuckle when Kokomi leans into his palm needily after her sensational statement. Cold-blooded by her biology, but maybe it’s not so drastically different from the foxian trickery and the yearning for warmth that he experiences.

Kaeya can hear her getting close by the way she trembles and growls. The noises he adores. Shifting from low moans to grunts until her claws sever all in their path.

How she licks Kaeya clean and crashes into his lips with her bloodstained tongue.

However, Ajax pulls out his fingers and extends them towards the back abruptly. He pets her ass lightly with his other hand on Kaeya’s face, fingers stuffed down his throat.

Licking Kokomi off his fingers — maybe heaven does exist, after all.

Kaeya pulls away and lifts Kokomi’s hips to press a wet kiss on her hole before getting up.

Her hair covers them both, a smaller frame fully off the bed on Ajax’s body. Kaeya brushes them to the side to reveal her back, glistening with a thin, moist layer — iridescent scales that reflect the warm light into pink and blue. Kaeya straddles their hips and leans down. A kiss on Kokomi’s back, followed by a trail up to her nape while she clings to Ajax’s shoulders and lets out a long sigh.

He’s — ethereal. Hovering over them with his warmth and caging their bodies. Ajax feels lovestruck and dizzy, turning more lightheaded with every kiss blooming on his skin.

“Tell me if it’s too much, my love.” he coos.

It’s not the first time Kaeya calls him that, and it certainly won’t be the last.

Ajax feels stunned, he barely nods at the remark, smiling like an idiot. Only then, he realizes how wet he is, stretched out and lubed up with saliva in both holes.

Kaeya slides in his ass with ease but it still brings tears to his eyes. Less out of pain and more due to a catharsis. Relief and bliss after building these feelings up inside himself and breaking them down many times, pretending that they don't matter. Now that he feels the touch that makes him whole, they matter more than anything.

Kokomi licks the tears off his cheeks with the same, slimy yet pointed tongue. Kaeya rocks against her back, thrusting in and out of Ajax slowly. Soft thighs brushing against his own, two sets this time.

He wants to know Ajax the way he does Kokomi.

What makes him squirm and whimper, what he likes and dislikes, what makes his legs twitch with pleasure.

What makes him break.

Already, he sounds so pretty. Moans mixing in with hers as they lazily make out. Kaeya wants to listen to them both for hours, kiss them until his lips ache and dive inside until his fingers go numb. What more could he want then to lay skin to skin with the ones he cherishes more than anything in this world?

Kokomi eventually begins to rock back, recovering from the fog, begging for attention once again.

It's adorable to see her more fussy than usual, impatience is a rare sight on her.

She doesn’t talk much, but Ajax is an expert at reading her expression, the small changes in her forehead and the curving of her lips. It’s the first time he’s putting that knowledge to use with the intention of pleasing her.

She stands on her knees, separating his folds with the soft padding inside her claws. Ajax's hand wraps around her cock, sliding back and forth with precum dribbling from the tip.

Kaeya backs off slightly, allowing her to enter freely. Kokomi is more straightforward, pushing in without delays and not taking a break until she hits the depths of his walls with a snarl.

Ajax can see how expertly she moves. She knows where to touch, where to tease. A kiss right behind Kaeya’s ear that instantly makes his eyelids flutter, a hand reaching behind to caress his waist that already has him twitching inside Ajax, her other hand entangled in the sweaty, ginger curls pressed against the pillow.

His mind can’t quite register the waves of pleasure washing over him with every thrust. One hole empties as the other is deliciously stuffed. He’s not deprived for even a second.

It doesn’t take long before Kokomi shakily cums inside him unannounced, pent-up from the way Ajax let her go without a climax. She places her hands on either sides of the pillow and nails him down, unloading for a good few minutes until her seed begins to leak out.

She’s so — big, further engorged inside him to the extent that Ajax is amazed at how he doesn’t tear into pieces.

“Love…” she mumbles again, quietly this time. Ajax pulls her limp body close to his chest, enraptured — “Love... I love you too…”

A loving kiss lands on his forehead. The lips he’s missed dearly over the course of these past minutes, finding his own once again to claim them in a heated kiss. Ajax is melting, convulsing with love overriding the fatigue.

“Can you take one more, birthday boy?”

He can’t help but giggle and blush at Kaeya’s tone.

“Do your worst, Alberich.”

I HOPE U ENJOYED BYE KOKOCHAEYA NATIONNN (2 PPL)

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