#you can all breathe i'm done your dash is free

[heich0e]

"sukuna!"

the itadori house is quiet as the call rings out through the narrow halls.

"SU-KU-NA!"

a door somewhere in the apartment flies open, and heavy footfalls land against the floor.

"what the hell are you yelling for?" the elder of the two itadori brothers turns the corner into the living room, sweatpants low on his hips and his chest bare. his glower is fixed upon his little brother, seated with his legs crossed in the centre of the sofa, a throw pillow cradled on his lap.

yuuji pouts.

"i'm bored."

"i'm gonna kick your ass," sukuna mutters under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

"wanna go see a movie?" yuuji asks him, his eyes bright with expectation.

"no," sukuna replies flatly.

"what, why?" yuuji complains.

"last time we went to the movies on a friday night we were surrounded by teenagers sucking face for two fuckin' hours,"—he holds up two fingers for emphasis—"i'm not spending my night off watching some seventeen year old snots trying not to cream their jeans just cause they've got a tongue in their mouth for the first time again."

yuuji grimaces a little, both at the memory and his brother's less than enticing use of imagery.

"but i'm bored," yuuji sighs, flopping down onto the sofa with the pillow hugged to his chest.

"so you've said." sukuna lifts an eyebrow. "where's your little minion tonight? lose track of her or something?"

"she's not my minion," yuuji points out.

"co-conspirator then," sukuna rolls his eyes.

yuuji huffs. "she's not answering my calls. i bet she fell asleep after she got home from class."

"still surprised the two of you don't have some kind of weird telepathy goin' on considering how much time the two of you spend together," sukuna drawls. "try tappin' into that. maybe she'll pick up."

yuuji's stares at his brother for a moment, a pensive furrow on his brow.

it's quiet.

sukuna smirks. "gettin' anything?"

yuuji's expression relaxes again, and he slumps further into the sofa. he sighs resignedly. "nothing."

the younger itadori brother surveys the elder for a moment, and sukuna crosses his arms over his chest defensively.

"why are you all sweaty?"

"just got back from a run," sukuna replies curtly.

"you're wasting your night off running?" yuuji asks skeptically.

"yeah, and now i plan on jerking off, taking a shower, and going the fuck to bed—what's it to you?" the elder snaps.

yuuji's nose wrinkles at his brother's crass remark.

"gross," the youngest mutters.

there's the muffled sound of a cell phone chiming somewhere in the room, and yuuji hastens to free the device from the front pocket of his hoodie. his eyes light up when he sees the notification on the screen, hopping up to his feet.

"fushiguro just got off work early and said he'd go to the movies with me!" he cheers excitedly. sukuna rolls his eyes at his brother's enthusiasm as he watches him dash across the living room towards the genkan, clumsily pulling on his sneakers and tugging a cross-body bag over his chest.

"y'know, if you run the whole way there you'll look too eager," sukuna singsongs from where he leans against the wall on the other side of the room. even from such a distance away he can see the blush that paints the tops of his baby brother's cheeks.

"shut up!" yuuji replies, reaching for the doorknob.

"try not to cream your—!" the front door slams behind him before sukuna can finish his remark.

the eldest itadori chuckles a little to himself, shaking his head at his little brother's antics. he reaches up and ruffles the hair at the nape of his neck.

"what would you have done if we really did have a telepathic connection?"

sukuna pauses, his hand still brushing through the back of his hair. he turns to glance down the hallway behind him, only to find you—dressed only in his hoodie, the same one that matches the sweatpants he has on—standing behind him with your hands on your hips.

he smirks a little at the sight, appreciating it for a moment.

"surprised you made it all the way out here," he remarks, his head tilting to the side. "those legs were pretty shaky a couple minutes ago."

"shut up," you mumble, turning your nose up at him indignantly.

"how come everyone's always tellin' me to shut up?" sukuna complains, slinking towards you. he tugs you forward into him by the pocket of his hoodie, his arms snaking around your waist.

"maybe because you deserve it," you remark smugly.

"now is that any way to talk to the guy who just let you cum on his face?" he asks, dipping down until he's nose to nose with you. he watches the way your eyelids flutter a little at his sudden proximity. feels the way your breath breaks on his lips.

"no, but it's the way to talk to the guy who left me right after to go talk about jerking off with his brother," you reply, but it lacks the bite he knows you're aiming for—too breathless to have any real sting.

"aw, were you lonely?" sukuna drawls, inching closer until his smirking mouth is right over yours—close enough to feel the soft, wet heat that radiates from it. practically close enough to taste it.

you shiver a little bit, your facade of indifference fracturing under his nearness. sukuna's smirk splits into a full-blown grin, and before you can even blink he's got you tossed over his shoulder as he carries you back towards his bedroom.

"sukuna! put me down!" you protest, wiggling in his grip. the tips of his fingers dig into the soft give of your bare thighs, keeping you still.

"no can do, kid," he replies easily, ignoring your complaints.

he kicks his bedroom door closed behind him with his heel, and tosses you down onto the rumpled sheets of his bed. you bounce slightly as you land, but eventually settle, leaving you to you stare up at him, your chest heaving, from the mattress below him. he leans over and crawls into his bed overtop of you.

"we've got two hours to kill before he comes back, y'know," sukuna says quietly, dragging his lips up along the edge of your jaw. "how should we pass the time?"

#big brother!sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk drabble #jjk writing #writing

[mingwrites]

I’m not sure if you have done this but can you do something about how ateez will feel after a concert or especially Coachella, all h.rny and all js being very dominant? (I love your work btw, I think it’s very true to them)

hello there, first of all thank u so much for the compliment thats so sweet 🥺 and second i really hope u enjoy~!

ateez after a concert

seonghwa ~ it was a hot night, as evident by the sweat stains soaking through seonghwa's low-cut tank. backstage, he dashed around the room, panting as he repeated, "where's my y/n? where's my y/n?" you didn't even care that he looked insane. you ran to him and he scooped you up in a big hug, lifting you off your feet. "you guys were so good," you cheered, holding the tired, sweaty man as close as possible. seonghwa set you down but held both of your hands in his. “thanks, baby,” he smiled warmly, leaning in to kiss you. you pecked him on the lips, about to pull away when you felt his hand comb through your hair, pulling your lips closer to his. your stomach filled with butterflies at seonghwa’s command and you happily submitted to him, leaning into his touch. his lips searched desperately for an entrance into yours, and you obliged him, parting your lips as his tongue came flooding into your mouth. with a mind of their own, your legs backed you up against the wall and seonghwa followed closely. his hips crashed into yours when you collided with the wall, causing both of you to moan at the sudden pressure. you laughed into the kiss and seonghwa finally pulled away to look at you. “what’s gotten into you?” you asked. seonghwa was breathing hard and stared at you with heavy eyelids. “i just…really need you.” a ping of arousal shot between your legs and you responded, "let's get out of here."

hongjoong ~ his ride raced across the city, headed for his hotel. unfortunately for both of you, the 15-minute ride was just a little too long. you sat impatiently in the back seat beside your lover, his hand on your thigh. you held his hand tight as your legs subconsciously squeezed together, relieving a little bit of the heat in your clit. hongjoong's tongue was exploring your mouth, meanwhile your free hand crept its way toward his lap. he moaned lewdly when you landed on his hard dick, a raw, vulnerable quality in his voice as if he hadn't been touched in ages. "that's it, darling," he whispered, "go on, touch." you glanced to make sure the driver wasn't snooping before undoing hongjoong's pants and wrapping your hand around his bare skin. "good girl," he sighed, his head falling back on the headrest. he fit snugly in your hand, the feeling of his veins and sight of his red, leaking head causing your legs to tingle. you pumped him just a few times before the car came to a stop. “we’re here, mr. kim."

yunho ~ practically running through the revolving hotel door, you giggled along with your boyfriend as you held tight his large hand. you headed straight for the elevator, the wetness pooling between your legs in preparation for the night ahead. yunho pressed a button and the elevator doors closed. then he immediately turned to you and pressed you against the wall, his hand finding your jaw and pulling you to him as his lips made a mess of yours. you moaned when his hand trailed down to your chest, grabbing a handful of squishy flesh and massaging your taut nipple. then his hand drifted lower, sneaking past the waistband of your pants and underwear, where he found your soaked and swollen sex. he smirked into his kiss as he dipped his finger inside, coating it in your arousal before rubbing a few tentative circles on your clit. you swore your legs almost gave out at the sensation. he made you moan a few times before sliding back inside, now hooking his fingers into your sweet spot and stroking it gently. the elevator made a ding and yunho pulled away from the kiss. he looked down at you and said, "i'm gonna make this pussy all mine."

yeosang ~ you collapsed onto the hotel mattress and yeosang wasted no time before reaching for your zipper. he freed you of your bottoms, the cool air hitting your already messy pussy. then he kneeled on the floor, pulling you toward the edge of the bed so your pussy was right in front of his face. "i love you," he said, not giving you a second to respond before taking the breath right out of you. his warm, soft tongue licked a slow stripe from your sopping entrance to the tip of your clit, causing your legs to instinctively close around his head. he groaned at the feeling of your thighs against his warm cheeks then gently pushed them back toward the mattress. you ran a hand through his hair, messy and a little damp with sweat from performing. he continued rubbing his tongue against your clit, switching every so often between quick flicking motions and long, sucking kisses. it was the sucking, along with the deep sounds of satisfaction yeosang made that got you off so damn quickly. your legs closed again, and this time he let them, sticking his tongue out for you to grind against as you rode the waves of orgasm. when you finally looked down at his gorgeous face between your legs, he said, "i was waiting all night to do that."

sannie ~ "go ahead, pretty girl," he said, one hand around his massively hard dick and the other in your hair, "suck it." you obediently opened wide, sticking your tongue out just to drive san crazy. saliva dripped down your tongue which made san moan, his hand guiding his dick to your lips. "so hungry for me, aren't you, babe?" you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and moaned in response to his question. san's head rolled back and he let out a deep groan, his hips twitching a little at the feeling of your warm, tight mouth. with his hand on the back of your head, he gently urged you down the length of his dick, an action you didn't resist. you leaned all the way in until he poked at the back of your throat, when he let out a satisfied moan, then you went a little further. "that's a good girl," he praised, his hips beginning to move on their own, fucking your mouth slowly. you continued to suck on him dutifully, stroking him with a flat tongue and letting him use you how he wanted.

mingi ~ you lied on your belly with your ass up in the air, your pussy an empty hole just waiting to be filled. mingi got positioned behind you, his hands around your waist and his huge dick standing tall just inches from where you needed it. he was inches from where he needed to be, too, both of you throbbing and dripping with desire. you swore you could have cried when the head of his dick finally penetrated you, and you almost did when his girth stretched you fully, his veiny skin pressing against your sweet spot. you moaned in harmony as mingi bottomed out, his hands pulling your ass flush with his belly. you could feel him bulging through your stomach, but couldn't bask in the feeling for long as mingi's hips began to move rapidly, his dick pounding into you again and again, always hitting your sweet spot. you shoved your face into the mattress, your hands gripping fistfuls of bedsheets, as you were fucked into oblivion. you couldn't hold back the lewd sounds you made, bordering on screams and sobs, while mingi let out deep-voiced growls behind you. "love your sweet little pussy," he said, staring down at where he disappeared inside you. "all mine."

wooyoung ~ he rolled over on his back, groaning out of impatience during the few moments he wasn't inside you. you hurried along, repositioning his dick at your entrance and slowly sliding down. you sat on his pelvis, his dick throbbing inside you, but didn't move yet, instead taking the time to lean back and circle your clit with your finger. wooyoung quickly pulled your hand away, hissing at you, "don't tease me. and let me rub this." you giggled at his temper but obeyed his demands, letting his thumb pick up rubbing messy circles into your clit, and rolling your hips backward, forward. wooyoung quickly became a symphony of sounds, moaning when you bounced on his dick and whining when you slowed down. his thumb kept up its diligent work on your clit, each circle and swipe drawing you closer to the edge. wooyoung was panting, his eyes fluttering shut as he focused in on the pleasure. he said to you in a breathy voice, "gonna make you cum all over me. my sweet y/n."

jongho ~ he had you on your back, his large, muscular body forcing your legs apart. you moaned like a helpless animal as his thick length pummeled you, filling you up over and over. his powerful arms were on either side of your head, his fingers interlocked with yours. you whined as he fucked you, "please, jongho, don't stop... it feels so good..." he laughed breathily at your needy tone, speaking in your ear, "it's okay, sweetheart... i won't stop." in response to your desperate plea, his hips began to move a little faster, still hitting that perfect spot inside you. soon after, you felt the familiar tight, tingly feeling in your tummy. "jong-! oh..." your muscles tensed repeatedly around him as you came, a few more thrusts into that tightness causing jongho to reach his high in time with you. he dropped his head in the crook of your shoulder and his hips slowed to a stop as you felt his warm seed paint your walls. he lifted his head only to kiss you - a sloppy, lazy kiss in between heavy breaths. he placed his index finger underneath your chin and lifted it so you could face him. then he whispered, "you're such a good girl."

#i tried somethin different #hope u like it :D #as per usual im a little high rn so i apologize if there are any mistakes #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez x you #kpop #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #san ateez #choi san #18+ #mdni #ateez headcanons #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts

[ddejavvu]

Kurt fucking you in the back of his spree my beloved <3

Always sets a towel down for you because if he’s gonna cum inside you, and eat you out till you squirt, the least he can do is make sure it’s sanitary for his passengers. Kurt will lick most of the mess up. Just at least him him record you licking the mess he can’t reach off of his face. Your mess, while he’s red and panting and his tongue is fuzzy out of his mouth. (He may even have a million recordings from his dash cam, of him and you fucking in every available position in that Prius)

holy shit.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Look at this," Kurt breathes, chest heaving with deep breaths as an after-effect of his orgasm, "You're- god, you're full. You're leaking."

"Kurt," You whimper, hips squirming in sensitivity as your cunt remembers the feeling of Kurt's hard cock dragging against its insides, "Please, just do something!"

"I will," He croons, angling his camera closer towards your dripping pussy, spreading his free hand over your stomach, "I will, babe, just- wow."

You're sure your cunt is a sight, sticky and dripping with obscene amounts of Kurt's cum. He cums hard, he cums fast, and he cums a lot. You're almost worried he'll wait to eat it out of you until he's regained a proper breathing pattern, but you know he'd rather suffocate in your pussy than hold himself back from it.

"Here," He sets the camera on the center console, turning it to face him as he hikes your thighs up over his shoulders, "Sorry, babe, I just- I had to get a good shot."

"Mhm," You nod, watching him with desperate eyes as he adjusts your positioning, teeth digging into your lip, "Quick, Kurt, please!"

"On it," He mumbles, nose bumping your clit as he dives in. His tongue presses flat to your slit, collecting the smears of his own cum that had oozed out from between your lips. It puts pressure against your slit that only makes you ache more for penetration, reigniting a slowly dying fire from after he'd pulled out.

"Oh my- god!" You gasp, hips jerking upwards into his face and thighs squeezing his head. His tongue prods sharply in through your slit, a gush of his cum mixed with your slick pouring onto his tongue. He nearly chokes on it, teeth scraping your clit and jolting it with a zing of electricity where his face had been unceremoniously smashed into your cunt.

He whimpers against your warm, wet cunt, the sound reverberating around your insides in a vibration that shakes you to your core. You're shamelessly squeezing his head with your thighs now, and you're not sure he can breathe, but you are sure he doesn't care whether he can or not. He's happy, and he'll want 'died eating pussy' on his tombstone.

Needy, rampant moans flow from your throat with all the grace of a man on fire, but that's exactly how you feel, Kurt's tongue dragging a trail of heat from just below your ass to the hood of your clit. You're not sure if it's the leftover high from when he'd cum, the sound of his release squelching inside of you as he tongues it, or the way that he whines into your pussy, but maybe it's a combination of all three that makes you squirt.

The feeling of your cum splattering his face doesn't deter Kurt, it might even make him more eager. He cleans you up until your legs tremble, and tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

"Kurt," You beg, tugging on his hair, "Please, please too- too much!'

"I'm not done," He begs, tongue sweeping a glob of cum off of your inner thigh, "Please, just- just a little more!"

"I can't-!" You cry out when he dips his tongue back between your folds one last time, lapping up the last smear of cum from inside of you and leaving you a sticky, drooly mess.

"Sit up," He urges you, slipping his hands behind your back and making sure you're in the camera's line of sight, "And- and clean me up, babe."

He takes your chin in his hands, tilting it so that you're slack-jawed and panting only inches from his face. When you arch upwards and drag your tongue along his cum-stained chin he moans, a similarly sticky tongue on display as his jaw drops.

You lick him clean with a series of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that eventually land on his tongue, gathering the sheen of slick that lays on its surface and smearing it between your own tongue and his.

He lets it transition into a sloppy kiss, all drool and tongue and teeth until your lips are bitten raw and spit seeps down your lips.

It's only when you break away to slump your forehead onto his face and breathe that he remembers the camera, reaching for it and showcasing the shine of your spit on his chin.

"Love you," He murmurs, positioning the camera in his lap so that it gets a shot of your sweat-beaded, fucked-out face.

You nod, lips stinging and slick with drool, eyes drooping shut as you breathe, "Love you too, Kurt."

#kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle imagine #kurt kunkle scenario #kurt kunkle oneshot #kurt kunkle headcanons #kurt kunkle fanfiction #kurt kunkle fanfic #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle blurb #kurt kunkle drabble #kurt kunkle dialogue #kurt kunkle x you #kurt kunkle x y/n #joe keery x reader #joe keery fanfiction #joe keery smut #kurt kunkle smut

[emilykaldwen]

"Blocking isn't some personal insult. Its a method of saying; hey, we clearly shouldn't interact, so I'm gonna build this soundproof wall between us to make sure we can't."

Except that's not what the people you associate with do and encourage you and others to do by extension. I really liked your writing, but it's disappointing to see the type of people you've chosen to buddy up to, who use blocking as a way to weaponize social media and make pariahs out of certain people in the fandom who don't bow to their whims. I hope they don't burn you the way they've burned so many others, but with their track record, I'm not holding my breath.

Okay let's do this. I'm tired. I would like to go back to sleep. Get off my lawn, etc etc.

I have been dealing with anons harassing me since I started posting HotD stuff back during the Season 1 show run. I got hateful anons saying terrible things about Abby back in December. When I interacted with NONE of the people that I currently interact with today. This escalated when I properly began posting Maiden in the summer of last year, and then escalated in the fall. After receiving some truly foul anons in regards to my writing, my OC, and my work, including one telling me to kill myself, I shut anons off. Because what the actual fuck. I have been on the internet for 25 fucking years and this is the first time I have EVER dealt with such bullshit.

Before these anons ramped up, I, like many people, blocked. A lot. I blocked mostly people thirst reblogging stuff about the actors that would cross my dash or in the tags because it made me uncomfortable, I didn't want to see it. I blocked a lot of blogs that were posting these weird reader x canon character thirst lists that I just found bizarre and didn't want to see scrolling through a character tag. That, friends, is what the block button is for. I block people with takes that I disagree with as well, I'm someone whose pretty liberal with my block button. I block things I don't want to see on my dash. It's honestly as simple as that.

No one has fucking told me to block anyone. I am actually deeply fucking insulted that I, a grown ass adult who is nearly forty, needs to be told to block someone/someones when people are setting up blogs called 'ihateemilykaldwens' and trying to terrorize me, and my friends and mutuals, and then try to frame another one of my mutuals for being responsible for it in the process. I only just recently started speaking with "the individuals" I've chosen to associate with long after I have blocked the people you're saying are being bullied.

And if this is about my post the other day about the culture I see: It was never actually about anyone specific, it was genuinely trends I have seen cross my dash as well as discussions with friends in other fandoms. That's all. If someone(s) thought I was talking about them specifically: Dude, IDK what to tell you. That's a you problem.

So let's stop playing coy. I'm tired of it.

THIS. IS. A SMALL. BLOG. I do not pass a block list around and TELL people or encourage them to block them, nor have I ever have it done to me. And even IF someone said 'omg you should block all these people' uh, no? I have free will and can make my own judgements?

Anon, if this situation is upsetting to you, either come off anon in the DMs and talk to me, or you are welcome to unfollow me. I don't care, and I mean that in the nicest possible way.

Because the people I've blocked on my own make others feel the way you're claiming they make you feel.

Because we all know who everyone is talking about. And I'm done. This is 12 year old behavior and I don't interact with minors.

I'm going back to bed. Whatever is in the fucking water, I want none of it.

[skzpixiekaifei]

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969

Kai: Hey, you want some leftovers?  Minho: What's that?  Kai: You've never had leftovers???  Minho: No, because I'm not a quitter. 

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Chan: I drink to forget but I always remember.  

Kai: You're drinking orange juice. 

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Kai: Can we talk about that mass email you sent?  

Changbin: Why? It was important.  

Kai: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit".  

Hyunjin, shrugging: The people need to know. 

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Kai: *pitches an idea*  

Jeongin, impressed: Huh, there might be something here!  

Seungmin, under their breath: Yeah, a lawsuit. 

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Kai: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time. 

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Kai: Twilight Sparkle was the main character because she represented the element of friendship—  

Hyunjin, tied up: PLEASE, I JUST WANT TO SEE MY FAMILY AGAIN!

Kai: I'M NOT DONE!  

Kai: And Rainbow Dash was the sporty girl— 

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Felix: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.  

Seungmin: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot.  

Felix: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!  

Kai: Hmm... I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from... 

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Jeongin: Don't have a bookmark? Try ketchup instead!!  

Kai: What makes you think I read? 

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Kai: Christmas lights?  

Chan: Check.  

Changbin: Thermos of hot cocoa?  

Chan: Check.  

Felix: Santa suits?  

Chan: Check.  

Kai: Shovel?  

Chan: Check.  

Minho: Alibi and bail money?  

Chan: Check- wait, WHAT?! 

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Han, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.  

Kai, entering the room with a small cut on their ankle: Who the f- 

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Changbin: I love you.  

Kai: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.  

*Kai and Changbin kiss passionately*  

Minho, to Seungmin: You owe me 20 dollars. 

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Seungmin: Changbin, I don't like you.  

Changbin: What did you say?  

Seungmin: You heard me!  

Changbin, internally: And it turns out I actually didn't hear what the fuck you just said. 

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Chan: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-  

Felix: It was me...  

Chan: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance. 

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Felix: We call that a traumatic experience.  

Felix, turning to Seungmin: Not a "bruh moment".  

Felix, turning to Kai: Not "sadge".  

Felix, turning to Han: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO". 

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Jeongin: You use emoji’s like a straight person.  

Kai: That’s literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me. 

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Hyunjin: What do you think Kai will do for a distraction?  

Han: She'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.  

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*  

Han: ...or She could do that. 

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Kai: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down. 

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Kai: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat. 

Hyunjin: I’m not stupid, you know.  

Kai: Well, you’re doing a really good impression of it! 

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*Kai and Felix texting*  

Kai: Come downstairs and talk to me please. I'm lonely.  

Felix: Isn't Hyunjin there?  

Kai: Yes but I like you more. 

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Jeongin, referring to Han and Felix: Those guys are dorks.  

Kai: Yes, but they’re my dorks. 

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Seungmin: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!  

Changbin: It's kind of complicated, but Kai- 

Seungmin: Got it. Forget I asked. 

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Seungmin: Hey do you wanna hang out this weekend?  

Kai: Generic excuse.  

Seungmin: I can’t believe you said that out loud, to my face.  

Kai: I can. 

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Felix: CHARACTER. FLAWS. ARE. FUCKING. IMPORTANT.  

Kai: Me when someone tells me to stop eating mayo packets like they’re gogurt tubes. 

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Changbin: If you want my advice-  

Han: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.  

Changbin: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me.  

Hyunjin: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder. 

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Kai, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-  

Seungmin, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?  

Hyunjin, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.  

Chan, appalled: Call the exorcist. 

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Kai: What’s your name?  

Changbin, whispering to Jeongin: Can I tell Her my real name?  

Jeongin: No!  

Changbin: I’m… Jeongin.  

Jeongin, whispering to Himself: The ONE TIME he gets my name right… 

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Kai: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Ohio! 

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Hyunjin: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.  

Kai: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to?  

Han: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit.  

Seungmin: Guys. 

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*at 3am*  

Felix, holding the vlogging camera: *runs into Changbin’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!  

Changbin: *wakes up* Dude!  

Felix: *cackles*  

Kai: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind Changbin* What the fuck, Felix?  

Felix: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT- 

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Kai: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges. 

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Changbin: Stay foxy.  

Han: Die lonely. 

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Kai: How many children do you have?  

Chan: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference. 

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Chan: Hey, Changbin? Can I get some dating advice?  

Changbin: Just because I'm with Kai doesn't mean I know how I did it. 

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Kai: “Ladies and gentlemen” is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly, I’m falling asleep already. “Cowards” on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, to the point, and dramatic. 

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Kai: Hey guys, I’m making french toast sticks in the oven. I’m gonna take a quick nap, so wake me up in 5 minutes to flip them over.  

*5 minutes later*  

Jeongin: Kai it’s been 5 minutes, time to flip your sticks.  

Kai: snnnzzzz...  

Jeongin:  KAI YOUR STICKS! 

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Han: Life is like Kai. It's short. 

#skz #bang chan #changbin #writing #han jisung #hyunjin #lee know #skz imagines #jeongin #lee felix #skzkaifei #seungmin #stray kids #skz 9th member #skz female member #skz female addition #skz female oc #skz oc #stray kids female member #stray kids female oc

[kittenofdoomage]

Satisfaction

Summary: This fic is based on the prompt “You choose I love them all and reader; Commenting that he can’t keep up with you in bed and him proving you wrong”. With the prompt in mind, the character is anyone you like, possibly with the exception of Negan as he doesn’t swear or smirk enough 😂 I’ve avoided any descriptive characteristics… except for his 🍆 (I'm posting here because I can't put it on Ao3 without specific fandom tags)

Pairing: Any male character x female!reader

Word Count: 1455

Warnings: PWP with a dash of fluff

The hotel room had been his idea. After a year of barely being able to make time as a couple, both of you needed a break, so he had proposed the weekend away which you had readily accepted. For the first twelve hours, you’d done nothing but sleep, and after that, you had indulged in other appetites, feeling no need to leave your little sanctuary when you’d brought plenty of snacks and there was room service available. Netflix had been the soundtrack, not that either of you were paying attention to what you had put on, too busy indulging in each other.

Eventually, you needed to shower, and even then, you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. The time apart had made you hungrier for him than you thought imaginable, though his stamina seemed to be lacking as he followed you into the ensuite, as unwilling to part from you as you were from him.

“I never thought you of all people would struggle to keep up with me in bed,” you giggled, reaching to put the conditioner back on the shelf.

“Well,” he muttered, cheek resting against your shoulder, “for one, we’re not in a bed right now.” His hands gripped your hips as he ground his erection into your backside. “And two, I’m perfectly capable of keeping up, I just need to eat something.”

“Room service?”

“Depends if you wanna put clothes on.”

You pouted, turning to face him. “Do you?”

He groaned as your fingers slipped around his cock once more, stroking him until he was twitching in your palm. “Not really,” he breathed, pulling you under the spray and into a passionate kiss. “Fuck, you gotta stop, baby -”

“I don’t wanna,” you whispered back with a smirk.

His breathing got heavier, and you kept working your hand over his length, watching his face twist into a mask of pleasure. “I thought you wanted to get cleaned up?” he stuttered, barely able to keep his eyes open.

“Hmmm, yeah.” You tightened your hand at the base, looking down to watch his cock throb in your fingers. “You’re a wonderful distraction.”

Another low moan left him, and he pulled your hand away, pushing you up against the tiled wall to kiss you again, trapping his erection between your bodies. You whined into his mouth, attempting to grab his shoulders but failing when his hands instantly pinned yours to the wall by the wrist.

“You’re insatiable,” he chuckled, drawing back to look at you. You squirmed in his hold, biting your lip as desire made your core clench. “Look at you, you’re inches from begging.”

“You want me to beg?” you teased.

He shrugged lightly. “Tempting, but not necessary.” Closing the distance between you, he moved your hands so he could pin them both above your head, allowing him to press his free hand between your thighs, making you moan low in your throat. “How ‘bout you scream instead?”

Long fingers spread your folds, opening you up slowly, almost agonizingly. You mewled, still squirming, though you spread your feet a little more, giving him better access. He grinned, sinking a single digit into you, rocking it back and forth as your body reacted with a deep shudder. His name left you in a breathy moan, and he grinned, adding a second finger just to watch you squirm some more.

“I thought it was me that couldn’t keep up,” he admonished playfully. “C’mon, baby, you can cum again for me.”

Your breaths became pants, and you writhed in his hold, hips jerking as you tried to seek out more friction. His thumb pressed against your clit, making your whole body jerk, and you cried out before biting your lip, practically fucking yourself onto his hand.

“That’s it,” he praised, and you forced your eyes open, looking down to see him achingly hard, precum weeping from the tip of his cock as he brought you off. “Na-uh,” he chided. “You’re not getting any more of this until you give me what I want.”

You scowled in frustration, but the emotion quickly slipped away, replaced by ecstasy as his fingers kept working inside you. Hours of lovemaking had left you sensitive, almost overstimulated, and he knew it, though he didn’t stop, dragging you to the edge and holding you there just to watch you crumble as you fell apart in pleasure.

The shower spray grew a touch colder, and he caught you in his arms as your shaking knees gave way, chuckling at your lax expression. “Back to bed?” he asked.

“Mmhmm,” you agreed.

He stopped short of carrying you, helping you out of the shower so you could grab a towel. You didn’t care much for your damp skin as you landed on the bed, rolling onto your side to watch him approach. “What?” he asked, toweling his hair dry. 

With a grin, you pointed at his continued erection. “Need me to take care of that?”

“Insatiable,” he repeated, discarding the towel and crawling onto the bed, apparently as unconcerned with the sheets getting wet as you were. “At some point, we should do something outside this room though. It’s supposed to be a vacation.”

You shrugged, leaning in to kiss him. “Maybe,” you agreed softly, “but right now, I owe you one.” Pushing at his shoulders, you waited until he was on his back before straddling him, rubbing your pussy against his thick shaft. “Or two, I haven’t decided.” His answer was a choked moan as you lifted enough for the tip of his cock to catch on your entrance. It took very little maneuvering for him to penetrate you fully, and you sank down with a whine, straightening your back to feel him pressing deep. “Fuck,” you exhaled, letting your hands rest on his stomach.

“Yeah,” he agreed breathlessly, running his fingers along your thighs until his thumbs were almost framing your sex. His gaze locked on where you were joined, and when you looked at him, his pupils were so blown they almost obliterated the color. “Don’t move,” he ordered, using the pad of his right thumb to coax your clit from under its hood. You arched instinctively, and the point of pressure where he was buried made your eyes fall closed. He grinned, rubbing at the sensitive nub until you were almost quivering on top of him.

“S-stop,” you whimpered, shaking your head. “I can’t -”

“Sure you can,” he dismissed, applying just enough pressure to make you squeak.

You couldn’t stop the slow rock of your hips as he got you close again, and the pressure in your throat matched the pressure in your belly, a burgeoning scream that bubbled out of you with a pitch high enough that the neighboring room would surely have heard. Underneath you, your lover smirked his satisfaction, finally withdrawing his fingers and watching as you swayed on top of him. You could feel the wetness that had accompanied your orgasm, mingling with the remaining water from your shower, drenching his thighs and the sheets below.

With revenge in mind, you fixed a determined glare on him. “You’re gonna pay for that,” you seethed, grabbing for his wrists and pinning them either side of his head. He didn’t fight back, though he laughed at your movements, and you scowled, lifting enough to sink back down, cutting off his amusement with a well-timed clench of your pelvic muscles. His laughter dissolved into a low groan, and you smiled in triumph, shifting to repeat the movement.

The bed creaked as you started to ride him, protesting the vigorous actions, but both of you ignored it, suddenly engrossed in each other. You released his hands and he instantly pulled you down, framing your face with his fingers as he tugged you into a passionate kiss, and your bodies moved in sync, each of you chasing the same high. Every pant and moan increased until you could feel him thickening, and when the first spurt of warmth filled you, you slowed and sank down onto him completely, burying him deep as he came with his face pressed to your shoulder.

It took a few minutes for you to both stop, clinging to each other as your heart rate slowed to a normal level. Now you’d stopped, you could feel the ache in your thighs and lower back, and you laughed under your breath when he groaned at the stiffness in his own muscles.

“Okay,” he breathed quietly, “I think we’ve proved we can keep up with each other.”

“Had enough?” you teased, only to wince as you lifted off of him, landing beside him with a squeak of discomfort.

“Have you?”

“Yeah,” you confessed with a giggle. “Maybe I have.”

Tell me who you were thinking of when reading this 😉

#fanfiction #reader x ??? #reader insert #any male character #smut #pwp #fanfic #pick your main

[exepelia-chan]

Too long (Bakugou x reader smut Omegaverse)

Image belongs to: dolchesky on twitter

Warnings: Mating press, long distance relationship, talks of loneliness, (my neck my back my) anxiety attack, fear of being alone, breeding kink (not talked about but it is there), mentions of pups dirty names galore. Lots of aftercare.

TW: Past miscarriage (not Katsuki's) The "L" word talks of younger times

My works are usually toward mid skin tones but you guys know it's for everyone.

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since Katsuki came home. He was sexting you all day last Saturday; let's just say it ended in a very... WARM FaceTime session. *Bzzzt* *Bzzzt* you pick up your phone and see Katsuki's name 'big dick dynamite'. (He doesn't know the name yet) You answer the call and put the phone up your cheek, a little far from your sensitive ears. "Hi baby" you say joyfully to your fiancé. He's silent. "Hello?" you contemplate 'was this a butt dial?' you think to yourself. "Babe." his voice abruptly calls out from the other line. It's quite... you guess he's in his hotel room. "Yea? What's up" "Let's continue our conversation from yesterday.." 'Oh? Oh.. OH!' You think back to the words you and Katsuki had exchanged last night. A suggestion about what to do after your marriage. Specifically, who to MAKE on your honeymoon. "K. What about?" "Are you still scared?" You blink. Then you think. Then you breathe. "Katsuki... you know that I'll always be scared to fall into this pit- this experience with you.. But I'd never take back my word on this matter.. So yes, I am scared. But, I don't want to not do it. Because when it happens.. we'll be together. And besides... the only reason my embryo died is because of all the stress that I was under. But I won't be alone this time.." You hear your fiancé suck in a deep breath then, the phone hangs up, then the door slams open and closed. You look out of the door to your bedroom and see a large figure dashing towards you. All of a sudden you get tackled on the bed you and Katsuki shared. You look up and see ears... Fluffy ears, familiar ears? Then you look down to discover the flushed face of your husband to be. Ka-tsuki? You get engulfed in a deep burnt caramel scent. "Katsuki when did- what hap-?" You're smushed into the side of your lover. He licks, nibbles, and sniffs at your scent gland. He's grinding on you. There's almost no space between the two of you. He's panting and sighing. You feel his covered bulge pressed against your crotch. You're wondering when how it even got to this point, but you can't really think because you're surrounded by a sweet scent that you've longed for and spent countless nights thinking about. He backs away, his legs over the top of your waist. He's got tears in his eyes and a fat cock (hate that word) waiting to be free. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry". He mutters it repetitively. "I couldn't wait" he's going crazy slowly. "Baby.., it's ok it's gonna be fine. You didn't have to wait almost a full week to tell me you had a rut coming." You give him a kiss on the cheek. "Go ahead you've got this." He takes both his and your clothes off. "Y/n... I really love you.." he stuffs his head into your s/c chest. "I love you too 'Tsuki". He pulls your lower half towards him and folds your ankles as far as they can go, up and over your head. "I'm gonna go in now". He inserts his cock into your whateva tf you got. You sigh as tears well up in your eyes that are already screwed tight. "You ok?" he asks in the sweetest voice, and you know he's only like this with you just like the first night you had sex together he kisses all over your face like it's the first time he's done this. You nod and he begins to move. He gets faster every two thrusts and eventually sets a good pace but ramming into your g spot/ prostate. "Mmf- Katsuki!" you scratch at his sides and back. He doesn't stop, nor does he respond and that's how you know he's losing himself into the temptation of rut but you.. you don't really care. After minutes of ramming, creaking, and screaming you finally let out a "Katsuki I'm gonnaa-" He gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze as you squeeze and cry out. After a few more thrusts he ejaculates with the hottest groan you've ever heard. You're both panting, sweaty, and out of breath. "You know I love you and this whatever the fuck it's gonna be... OK?!" You smile and kiss his cheek. "Yes my little Pomeranian" he huffs as you fall asleep. "WAIT WHAT DID YOU-" He looks over and sees your sleeping figure. He gives you a kiss and pulls the sheets over the two

you. "say it back dumbass"...

#bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou x reader #mha fluff #mha smut #bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #mha bakugo smut

[dogueteeth]

Fanfic Writer Questions

Thank you @silvery-bluish & @glitchy-npc for the tags! Not sure who else to send it to atm but if you see this on my page and decide to pitch in with your answers feel free to @ me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I've got 12! Most are oneshots, others are series.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

47002 on AO3 at the moment! And so much more in my docs.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Fallen Hero, with a dash of TWC and some other fandoms sprinkled in my WIPS but I've been on Fallen Hero brainrot for a long time now so the other fandoms are currently neglected.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Nightmare (surprisingly enough) w/ 28 kudos

focus (it's harder than you think) (also surprising lol) w/ 20 kudos

new pavement w/ 18 kudos

anamnesis w/ 18 kudos

freefall w/ 13 kudos tied with bath(toaster)tub also w/ 13 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to all of them! But some days I just don't have the spoons to and I forget, but I really appreciate any comments I receive.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

HA. you want me to pick??? Ok hrm. maybe bath(toaster)tub? anamnesis also has so me pretty angsty pieces in there.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

PFFF. ok gotta. go look for this one. Maybe sargasso sea, though it's technically not the last iteration in its series between a continued plotline hinted out in after the fall and a third part planned for its series.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet! I think.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

(slaps brain) this bad boy can generate so much smut. I write pretty much any kind? Soft, rough, indulgent, M/M, F/M, F/F, other any everything, kinky or emotional, etc. Just whatever strikes me at the time, but most just dont get published bc I'm mid.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I typically HATE crossover fics they just aren't my thing I do write AUs of X story set in X story's universe, just haven't published them (wait does that still count as a crossover).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nah, considered it once tho.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! Haven't found someone with the vibe ig, it's just never crossed my mind to co-write a fic and just never been asked too.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

(cue strained breath) i have no all time favorites BUT. but. Ricardo/Wei gets me SO soft ok. i just. unrequited years long attraction finally requited and i. AAAAA. place sidestep in there too and i'm just so happy. i need poly rep in my life sometimes ok.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I stare into the google docs hell and ask you how you could expect me to pick one but. BUT. Praeludium//Allegro. A piece meant to dive in how Sidestep is able to experience the moment someone dies through their mind.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Shorter pieces! They tend to be about ~2000-5000 words per part, that's usually when I feel I've done my best. I'm also. Decent at NSFW writing? Sometimes, at least.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely long fics. I had a plan for freefall and have scrapped and adapted it multiple times now, pus it's just difficult to keep myself interested in specific but necessary chapters.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's fun! I've included Spanish and Russian excerpts into my fics before but I don't do it a lot. Considered writing fully in Spanish at some point for an Ortega POV but I'm not confident in my grammar abilities. Spanish verb tenses my beloathed.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Naruto. On a different old account best left to gather dust.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Hm, I'm not sure if I have a favorite. I do really like the NSFW piece I wrote from Remy's POV, though. Short but good.

[sparkywrites25]

Hello Sparky, hope you’re doing well!

How about #61 from the prompt challenge with Levi?

Thank you and have a good day 💕

Hi hi, I'm very well, thank you! I hope things are good for you as well. Thank you so much for the prompt. I had some different ideas but this one took hold the strongest although it is shorter than my usual. However, I'm fairly pleased with it. I hope you enjoy it. Have a wonderful day yourself.

Summary: “Welcome back. Now fucking help me." from the prompt challenge.

You struggle after a mission and Levi helps the best way that he can.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Taglist: @ladycheesington

You stare at Levi’s office door for a great deal longer than you probably should before you eventually raise your knuckles. They rap softly against the wood and the impact sends little tingles through your hand. You lower your hand and feel your fingers shaking.

“Squad Leader…” your comrade’s rasping voice fills your memory.

You can still see the bloodied fabric in your hand and the strands of blonde hair turned crimson in the other. You can still feel the last breath of your comrade tickling your face as you told them that they’d make it home, that you’d save them. In the farthest recesses of your mind, you can still hear the thundering feet of the titans and feel the rush of air around you as you narrowly missed the titan’s grasp. You can still feel the tears staining your cheeks, hot and sticky.

“Come in,” Levi’s voice brings you out of the flashback and you exhale as you push the door open.

You don’t remember walking in or closing the door behind you. Suddenly you’re in front of your partner’s desk, staring down at him. His hair strands are more disorderly than usual, as if he’s been raking his fingers through it. He pushes several strands out of his eyes. The circles around them are just as dark as usual and in the firelight, his already pale features seem even lighter. His shoulders are drawn and his brow is pinched. You wonder how long he’s been at this work.

The clock on the mantlepiece says 2am. It was a very late ride home. You barely even noticed your own arrival at the base let alone how you made it this far. You blink slowly as your head throbs.

You briefly eye the two massive piles of paperwork taking up space on the desk. He still has so much to do, you think.

You swallow, trying to find the words to address him, to report on the mission but they won’t come. It’s as though they’ve fled from you. You hate it. You’ve done this all before so many times. You should be able to do it now. You should be good enough to do it again.

“Welcome back,” Levi stares up at your with a neutrality that is a cooling balm against the heat of frustration gathering in your face and chest, “now fucking help me.”

The blunt order snaps you to attention. After four years of serving in his squad, the command still has that effect on you. You notice then the chair that’s been set out next to his, that sits in front of one pile of paperwork. You spot the cup of steaming tea with the dash of milk he knows you take. You’re sure that once you taste it, you’ll taste the pinch of sugar that you’re able to afford. You sniff and force a smile down at the papers.

You sink silently and gratefully into the chair and shrug out of your cape and jacket. You get to work on the paperwork, your eyes scanning the forms and training reports that he’s left you to do. You want to cry with the gratitude of not having to work on death certificates and reports just yet. You begin to throw yourself into two words and a date, repeated over and over. You focus on that and just breathing.

The minutes roll by and the words blur along with your vision. You can hear your own breathing become hitched and your body shaking. You bow your head and try to catch yourself, to push aside these weaknesses.

Levi’s hands folds over yours at once.

“It’s not on you,” he whispers your name like a caress. “You did your best. You always do.”

You bring your free hand to wipe at your eyes and the sob escapes before you can help it. His hand on yours squeezes and you feel his other hand move to your back, rubbing large circles into your tired, aching muscles. A whimper escapes your throat and that same hand is guiding your head onto his shoulder and you feel all your restraint spilling out of you at once. That one sob brings on another and then another and then you’re crying. Crying for things that you couldn’t have prevented no matter how much faster you’d been. Crying for the world in which you live. Crying because you would give anything for some armour around your heart, something to make all of this easier. Crying for the people you couldn’t bring home and those you did but will never talk to again.

You cry for it all.

#my fics #fic: helping hand: #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin fanfiction #drabble #cw: content #levi ackerman #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x reader fanfiction

[nakimesbiwa]

Mad love

MUICHIRO X MAID!FEM!READER (!BAD SPELLING ERRORS SORRY! MUICHIRO IS OOC!

I am a fast typer (1 random text per story)

You woke up looking around then you felt someone tightly squeezing your arm You looked "Eh..?" You said quietly. Uhm…Can you wake up please" Not trying to shout. ''Huh..'' You both blankly looked at each other. the realization hit you both. Muichiro blushed hard, but you blush lightly. ''I-I'm so s-sorry..'' He said looking away to hide his red face. "I-Uh it's okay..!" About to get off of the bed. ''W-wait.'' "Hm?" ''Can…Y-you stay…please?…'' Aw, he looked so sweet you thought to yourself. "Sure.." You lay back down as he looked at you…He wasn't blinking. You thought: He's sweet now but it's not like this forever it's just a one-time thing! 20 minutes had passed by and he was still looking at you you thought it was strange. you only looked at him because of his pretty eyes. "Uhm are you okay?" Still was looking at you. "HELLO?" ''What..?'' He said looking tired. "You were looking at me for like…24 minutes!" ''oh okay.'' he moved closer to you he was only inches away from you. "I-Uh-um-eh.." He hugged you tightly you couldn't move. You didn't know what to do everything was happening so quickly that you started to play with his hair randomly. He fell asleep "So quickly," you said following him and going to sleep.

''Hey wake up'' he said softly "Huh?… What? you were tired and didn't want to wake up. ''School.'' "WHAT I DONT- HUH ME NO GO- WHAT??" ''shut up I got you to the school I was going to I have you a uniform GET up.'' "Damn…Okay!" You got up picked the clothes up and went into the bathroom putting them on You thought They looked very pretty on you! "I'm done!" ''MEET ME DOWNSTAIRS!'' He shouted. "Okay!" You walked down the stairs and saw him he looked handsome in the uniform you thought. ''Okay.. I got your bag put on your shoes.'' "Okay!" you put on your shoes and opened the door. ''We have to run to school okay?'' After he said that he dashed he was so fast you couldn't keep up. "H-hey!" You ran you didn't see him anymore but you saw the "high school". Muichiro stopped at the front gate. Finally reaching the gate you saw him. You were out of breath. "W-h-hy w-would you do that..ughh." You said looking tired ''Trust me it was nothing.'' ''Come on..'' He holds your hand getting into the school you get jealous or nasty stares. Why are they looking at me like that do I do something wrong you thought to yourself. ''Okay, where here are introduced yourself okay?'' Oh, you thought. "O-oh r-right.." ''Are you okay?'' "Yes…" You said nervously. ''Yeah..sure..'' You went into the room you heard a loud noise but when you entered the room with Muichiro it was silent. (…..) They all looked at you. "Uhm-Hi…My name is uh- y/n(Your name) happy to m-meet you all! What was that? You thought it was a mess and you hated it!. ''Your seat is right next to me'' he said quietly. "…Okay…" Walking side by Muichiro you sat in your seat. 5 minutes after the teacher came into the room.

After the lesson, you have free time."Muichiro I'm going to get a snack I will be back!" ''Okay..'' You left him walked around a bit and got the the food corner. After you get your snack you touch shoulders with a random girl. "HEY! watch where you going DUMB HEAD " the random girl said with sassy and a bad look. "Huh…?"You said looking at them weirdly. The random girl narrowed her eyebrows looking at me. "Yes, YOU fatty look at you with all of that food. "…I did nothing to you?" I said trying to not shed a tear. "I don't care fatty with all of that food are you going to have a feast with all the food? Girl calm down with that food." You tried so hard not to cry but you did she only bullied you more. "P-p-please S-s-stop!…" You ran away not worrying about where you were going…You somehow ran into Muichiro trying to look for you. '' Where you are wh-'' He took a moment to look at you. you were crying? He thought ''Hey are you okay why are you crying? Who did this to you?'' You cried more thinking about what happened

He hugs you tightly…But the hug feels soft. "I-i-i" I tried to finish your sentence but you cried even more. ''Don't worry…Please.Do you want to come home early?'' "Y-yes-s" ''Okay.." He grabbed your hand walked down the stairs and went outside getting into the car. You thought *He didn't check out hmm A few mins later You got into the house. Walking into his room both of you sat in his bed. Holding your hand: ''Who did this'' "I think she had…Black hair green eyes.." ''Thank you '' He said softly. "D-do y-y-you think……I'm fat?" After you said that you started crying. He looks shocked and wide in his eyes. "No i dont! You're pretty in your way in your eyes, personality, Body. I think you are beautiful everywhere She was wrong you are not fat even if you were I would still love you okay? Don't listen to her.'' You were shocked. you smiled and hugged him tightly. "Thank you…" ''No problem…Don't let the girl get to your head.'' "Okay…" He was looking at you smiling with a spark in his eyes. randomly he kissed you on the forehead. "H-h-huh?" What was that…You thought this was too early huh I'm just… ''Sorry..'' He said looking down. "N-not it's just- Wait no it's okay!" I said looking down too.

That's part 2 Part3.?? I don't have any ideas… can you tell that i ran out of ideas? I didn't know what to put..

#x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x y/n #y/n #maid!reader #muichiro tokito #maid #fem reader #x reader #ooc post #idk what else to tag #idk how to tag this #idk what im doing #kny muichiro #kimetsu muic

[nayod789]

Once upon a time…

Everyone had the opportunity to tell their own story.

The words reverberated through the Canonade, shaking the briars around Rosamund's heart. Mother Goose closed his book.

It was done. And yet, friends, enemies, and tenuous allies remained silent and still, waiting for the world to end, or for the fighting to continue, or… something. A better life. A better story.

:readmore:

Rosamund didn't have the strength to push herself up, but the briars heeded her thoughts. Her breaths were ragged, automatic, and, by her guess now that blood had stopped flowing from the wound that killed her, unnecessary. Short-lived. The briars were weakening, as well, their fervor dying with their host. They still kept her heart beating, though.

The others began moving. Timothy helped Scheherazade to her feet and observed the wreckage. The Princess Elody ran to the body of the Frog Prince, joining the Big Bad Wolf. Pib joined Baba Yaga. Pinocchio, the Stepmother.

They had loose ends in their stories to resolve. They hadn't seen what she did, didn't know what she was. It was Cinderella that came to her, gently helping her the rest of the way up.

"Snow did a number on you."

"Yes. Yes, she did. But… we get to write our own stories now."

Cinderella's face held steady, but Rosamund could see the terror of that sink in, alongside the realization that this path was open to the princesses all along.

"Does that… do we get to make edits? Changes to what has already happened?"

Rosamund knew she was at an ending of some kind, but… not like she was slipping into a new life.

"No… I don't think we do. I think…" the briars around her heart faltered just once, causing her to hiss in pain. Cinderella put a hand on her back. "I think we just live on. For as long as we can, as freely as we wish."

Cinderella sat with this for a moment. "Well. Fuck. "

Sleeping Beauty rasped out a chuckle. "I bet the next version of me will fistfight the Wicked Fairy and win."

"A free Cinderella… I could be a dashing knight. I don't… I don't know if I would want to fight if I didn't have to, so maybe for sport."

"I'm certain you would be wonderful." Rosamund smiled. "You still could, here. After you all rebuild."

Cinderella existed next to her in silence for a moment, Rosamund's "you" hanging heavily.

"I… see now that our plan was misguided. I'm deeply sorry for the pain I caused you and your allies. We were… taken by fear and despair, and-"

Rosamund held up a shaky hand. "We were all scared. It's okay. I understand."

Cinderella let out a shuddering breath, then shifted to take more of Rosamund's weight under her shoulder. "That… that aside. Would you like me to escort you to any of your allies?"

Rosamund looked around the ruins of the Canonade, saw the Wolf and Elody escorting the Frog Prince to rest. In the wake of the Wolf, confused and scared, was Ylfa. Ylfa, human.

Cinderella followed her gaze, and started moving before she could speak. As Ylfa saw them approach, she moved to meet them part way.

"Hello, little girl," Rosamund beamed, briars and blood and all, "how are you?"

"I'm confused, that's for sure."

"Me too. But, we'll figure that out." She looked to Cinderella. "There's a lot to figure out, but we can help each other do that. Do you have anywhere to go?"

"Um… I don't… is Timothy here?"

"Yes, he's just over there."

Little Red grinned, just a little wolf-like. "Gosh, he's so cool. You are, too. Also very pretty. TIMOTHY!!"

And off she ran, jumping over bookcases and going to the man she was traveling with when Rosamund first met her.

"Cute kid, when she's not the embodiment of death itself."

"That's just little sisters for you," Rosamund shot back, but she broke into a harsh cough.

The briars were getting weaker.

"Would you check in on her every once in awhile? She needs someone to tell her about… anything that's not grandma or death related."

Cinderella nodded. "I… haven't had very many good role models when it comes to being sisterly, but I'll do what I can." Her gaze drifted to Mira's body. "I should… fuck, poor kid."

Rosamund went with her over to Mira. Even as they heard Elody sob as the Wolf took the Frog Prince into the shadows, the Wolf appeared in front of them.

The Wolf was made a little less godly by its tiny orange top hat, but it still carried the weight of death.

"Would you place her on my back?"

Cinderella did, and death took another princess away.

Rosamund and Cinderella sat, and they talked. They talked about nothing, about the silly moments in their grand adventures, about loves that were written and loves that could have been, about life and indecision and fear and joy. About what they gave up. About how, if they didn't live in this horrific world, they may have been close friends- or they may have been petty political enemies.

But they lived in this world, and they made these choices. And Rosamund's Third Upon a Time was fading fast.

By the time the conversation lulled, Rosamund had leaned slack against Cinderella's glass armor, and her voice was just a whisper. She couldn't see anymore, and the briars around her were wilting and falling limp.

"Cinderella?"

"Yes, Princess Rosamund?"

"Please… if nothing else… would you… live happily? Even if… the world… freaking sucks."

"I will, Princess Rosamund. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to do so."

The briars stopped.

#dimension20 #d20 #dimension 20 neverafter #d20 neverafter #neverafter #rosamund du prix #cinderella #ylfa snorgelsson #neverafter spoilers #dimension 20 #alternate ending #neverafter finale spoilers #major character death #hurt/comfort

[izzy-b-hands]

"Just hold it in place!"

Lucius looks away, and Roach fights the urge to grasp his chin and pull him back.

"You want Pete's arm back on?" he asks authoritatively instead.

"I would like it back on," Pete replies weakly. "If I could toss in my opinion."

"Of course I want his arm back on!" Lucius shouts. "Hurry up and sew it on!"

"Then hold it still and stop looking away! Every time you do, you move enough to move it a little too," Roach says.

Lucius takes a deep breath, turns his head back-

And promptly vomits all over Pete at the sight of the wound.

"Okay," Ed stands up from the corner chair in the galley/surgery. "Let's go out and get some fresh air. Izzy, can you switch in?"

Izzy sighs but gently scoots Lucius aside to snag Pete's arm before it can fall on the floor for the fifth time.

"Please don't puke on me," Pete whimpers. "I know he couldn't help it, and that's fine, but-"

Roach closes his eyes and lets out a frustrated breath as Pete leans over and vomits on the floor and his shoes.

"I feel like this could be going better," Izzy mutters.

"No fucking shit," Roach shouts. "Fuck, just. No one else is allowed to throw up."

"I'm going; I'm leaving," Stede fusses, hand over his mouth as he runs out of the room.

"Great," Roach sighs. "We need another pair of hands."

"I would, but I've only got the one right now," Pete coughs.

"You focus on not bleeding out or getting an infection from this," Roach commands. "Nothing else."

"Yeah," Pete whimpers. "Can I have more rum to knock me out a little?"

Izzy has the bottle in hand before Roach can reach for it, his other hand holding Pete's arm in place.

Roach lifts Pete's head up so he can drink, and Izzy carefully pours it, wincing when Pete splutters.

"Sorry," Izzy says. "Do you want to hold this while I go get us another set of hands?"

Roach blinks. The 'sorry' caught him off guard. "Right, yeah."

"It's my left, actually," Pete giggles deliriously.

"No, it's your right," Roach smiles as he takes a hold of Pete's arm and watches Izzy dash off. "Stay with me, okay? If you die, Lucius will kill me."

"Yeah," Pete sighs dreamily. "He would."

A moment later Izzy is back with Jim, who whips around the room, clearly already instructed on what was needed.

They use a sponge and towels to wipe away the sick, a few more buckets of water are brought over, along with extra thread and needles.

"Thank you," Roach says. "Sorry we had to pull you away from the loot sorting."

"I already got what I wanted," Jim says. "Besides, Izzy said it was seri-"

"Never mind what I said," Izzy cuts them off gruffly. "Lets get this over with."

With everything cleaned and clear, Roach can finally focus in on Pete's arm. The wound is clean enough, done with a freshly sharpened blade. But that doesn't mean he can guarantee how well it will work after, the thought of nerves cut and spliced running through his head.

He thinks of Pete's whittling, and decides he'll at least make sure he can still do that. He's not sure how, but he'll do it.

Jim and Izzy follow along with minimal instruction, eyes never moving from what Roach is doing. Izzy adjusts the arm as needed when Roach motions for it, and Jim keeps an eye on the thread to keep it steady and untangled.

"Okay," Roach says shakily as he finishes up the stitches. "I'm still going to need to clean this a little more, and I'm bandaging it up too. You come back every day for me to clean and redress it, and more if it gets dirty. If you don't, then I'll kill you myself."

Pete smiles. "Lucius will make sure I don't forget. Not that I could, considering how much it fucking hurts."

"Rum and medicine will help," Roach says in unison with Izzy.

"Wow, that's...creepy," Pete chuckles. "Can I go lay down with Lucius now?"

"In a minute," Roach replies, and finishes up the last bit of cleaning and bandaging. "Okay, you're free. Jim, can you make sure he makes it to Lucius safely?"

"My leg didn't get chopped off," Pete scoffs, but he takes Jim's offered hand with his good arm as they leave.

"You've done this before," Roach says. "You should have told me sooner. I could use a nurse now and again."

"Considering how little Edward needs me now," Izzy sighs. "Maybe that wouldn't be so bad."

There's still blood and some sick on the floor and table where Pete had been laying, but that doesn't stop Roach from leaning across and into it to kiss Izzy.

When he pulls back, Izzy's eyes are closed and there's a hint of a blush in his cheeks.

"I-"

"I'll help you clean up," Izzy's eyes flutter open. "If you want the help."

Roach nods. "I'd like that. Um. I know it's getting dark, but I don't think I'm tired enough to sleep. If you don't mind hanging out, I can make us some coffee, grab the leftover cake from last night-"

"You've done enough work for the night," Izzy stands and walks over to him, a hand squeezing his shoulder. "I'll get the food and drink after we get this mess out of the way."

He leans down and kisses Roach far more gently than Roach would ever have expected from Izzy.

He's never wanted to fuck someone while covered in another man's blood, but there's a first time for everything, isn't there?

But they're tired enough to stick to mopping and wiping and tossing filthy water outside off the side of the ship. Any fantasies will have to wait.

"Table's not too comfortable," Izzy says as they wash their hands off for the final time. "Could bring the coffee and cake to my room, if you want. Give you a chance to lie down on an actual bed."

Roach nods and doesn't argue when Izzy refuses to let him carry the plate of cake or the cups of coffee. Nor does he argue when Izzy directs him to the cot in his room, to lay down and rest and never mind the blood on his clothes, the bed has seen worse.

They don't talk while they eat and drink. The silence is warm and comfortable, with no need to fill it with words.

"Sleep if you want," Izzy yawns after the cups and plate are returned to the galley. "You must be exhausted."

"I could sleep now, I think," Roach says. "What about you?"

Izzy is on the floor near the bed, a few extra blankets and a pillow tossed there to soften it somewhat. But that doesn't mean it's all that comfortable, and the bed does belong to Izzy.

"I'm fine here," Izzy takes off his boots and tosses them near the door. "If you don't mind bunking with me."

"I don't," Roach says. Something he would never have imagined saying upon his first impressions of Izzy, and yet, here he is. "Thank you."

"Get some rest," is the gentle command, uttered through a yawn.

"You too," Roach sighs and drops his head to the pillow. "Doctor's orders."

#text post #rizzy #ofmd fic #poor roach is like if I had a nickel for every time i had to sew an arm back on I'd have two nickels #which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice #even if the first time was himself lmaooo #is this an excuse to later find a way to put Izzy in a 1717 version of a slutty nurse's outfit? not entirely but like #akndjfng 40/60 split

[elvain]

omgg wait can you do one with carolwanda, if that's an acceptable ship for you

YOU BET. i have never written either of these lovely ladies before tho, so bear with me!

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Carol was going to be killed tonight, she thought dazedly, as she forced herself to rise from the wreckage of the deli she had just crashed into. She staggered to her feet and shook her body out, clenching her hands into fists. She sucked in a breath and charged forward, smashing both her fists through the window of the armoured van that had crashed into her.

"Hello, boys," she said, grabbing the collars of the men within. "Think you forgot to use your blinker that time."

"She's crazy!" one of the men cried.

"No," Carol said, gritting her teeth and yanking both of them out through the broken glasses. "I'm late for dinner. And you two are going to pay for that. And for stealing those manuscripts," she added. "Don't think I forgot."

It took another half hour for Carol to be free of the two idiots that had thought it was a good idea to break into the Bugle's offices to steal the rare manuscripts Jonah had brought in for Peter to photograph. She had them both beaten and unconscious within minutes, but Carol knew from experience that leaving criminals for the NYPD didn't always work out in her favour.

When the men in blue finally deigned to show up, Carol shot into the sky without waiting for them to finish the job she had done for them. She soared across the New York skyline, thinking about her hair was a lost cause after that fight. So much for using those heated curlers MJ had lent her, she thought bitterly.

When Carol landed on her balcony and dashed into her apartment to change her clothes, she stopped short at the sight of someone waiting for her in her favourite chair.

Wanda's arms were crossed across her chest. Her eyes were narrowed as she took in Carol's disheveled appearance. "Let me guess," Wanda said lightly. "You just couldn't fly by?"

"You look amazing," Carol said instead of telling the truth.

Wanda rolled her dark eyes. She was wearing a glittery black evening gown with her brown hair carefully pinned behind her ears. Her skin was glowing like a jewel under the dim lightning of Carol's apartment. "You look like hell," she replied tartly.

Carol crossed the room and knelt down in front of Wanda, taking her hands in her own. "Please forgive me?" she said, pressing her lips to Wanda's gloved hands lightly.

"You knew tonight was important," Wanda reminded her. She brushed Carol's hair back and frowned at the bruises she found on Carol's forehead. "What did this to you?"

"A deli," Carol said meekly.

Wanda glared at her. "You destroyed a deli?"

"No, I was hit by a truck and thrown into it." Carol stretched up and pressed a kiss to Wanda's mouth, letting her taste her apology. "Forgive me?" she repeated.

Wanda was still glaring at her.

Carol kissed her again, slower this time. Wanda's fingers softened in her grasp and she knew she'd won.

"You need a shower," Wanda murmured, pulling away from the kiss. "You're a mess. And we missed our reservations," she added with a playful glare. "So I might as well help you get cleaned up."

Carol grinned. "I love you."

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as u can all tell... they did not get cleaned up

mini fic requests

#asks #this is set in 1977 ish when carol's first solo issue came out! bc that's all i have read hehe #anyway there you go #hope you like it bestie

[korruptbrekker]

I keep meaning to tell you (and keep forgetting too) how much I adore your art. The highlights <3

And the Janus in the butterfly dress still lives rent free in my head. So are all the pictures you did for big bang.

It always makes my day when I see anther of your posts cross my dash.

ALFHSKXHSKXHSJCGSJDGSNCHSJXGSHCGDHCGDBFGDHDBDAJSGAKZGAKZGAKZGAKXGSNSGSNSBSNZHSZBBZAHAKZGND--

☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

Okay, breathe, be cool, only one of the coolest creators just said they like your work, don't be weird about it.

*rereads ask multiple times; can't stop smiling*

Okay, first off, thank you so much! It's always crazy to me that people like and appreciate my art--not because I think I'm bad, I recognize my skill level and am pretty confident in my work--but because I do this because I enjoy it and its fun and the fact that other people enjoy the manifestations of my own enjoyment just blows my mind. /pos So thank you for this message and I'm so glad you think it's cool enough to comment on. ｡ﾟ( ﾟ^∀^ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Second, holy crap; back when I didn't have a Tumblr my friend would send me screenshots of your artwork and I always thought it was so cool and I think your loose style and your exaggerated proportions are really damn cool so to find out you like my work back is absolutely batshit. /pos

And as for the Butterfly!Janus, I'm extremely flattered and have you to thank in turn for causing a sudden jolt of inspiration that pushed me to make that quick piece. It was done so suddenly, but I had a lot of fun with experimentation and silhouettes and I have your idea to thank for that. :)

I'm very touched and flattered by your words and am extremely happy that my enjoyment and the manifestation thereof can make you smile. That means a hell of a lot to me as someone who just wants to share excitement and fanart and spread some positivity around online. /gen

I'm definitely gonna be thinking about this ask for a while, so thank you. There's been a lot of smiles and a lot of stimming and you just about made my day. Take care, drink some water, and may you have a wonderful day. :)

#i can't believe this #too many emotions cannot compute /pos #just #☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ #so many stims #much squeeing #lowkey can't type i'm too busy stimming #just ahhhhhhhhhhhhh #fjdlasjkflhdkaslhfjkdhsakflhsklhjks #kbanswers #thecrowslullaby #caps tw

[triandafillia]

A broken system can't fix broken people.

Reaching out for help is one of the hardest things to do when you are struggling. The boundary that needs to be crossed just in admitting you need help is a journey in itself. Then once crossed and accepted you think that you're on the way to understanding, accepting, dealing and then mending all the things that you have fought with. Each little thing that has manifested into your mind makes everything so hard, so consuming and so overwhelming. You think you broke the ice and now you can find you again. 

This should be the beginning of new chapters even if they come in baby steps. Unfortunately this is not true.

My story is one many can probably relate to. My story is mine and I write this to free my mind and express my feelings. Get out the burdens that may be insignificant to some yet powerful and meaningful to me. This is my story.

In recent times I have had a mental health relapse. I have walked this road before and each time I have met with new challenges. This time has been no different. Today I am only going to focus on the system. The system that is designed to help people like me navigate how I'm feeling. And I am feeling deserted. You see I started where we all started at my G.P. I landed in her office a shaking ball of a sobbing mess. I asked, pleading for help. Only to receive what felt like a wrecking ball. She looked at me, gave me medicine to calm me down. (Band Aid) . A referral to see a counselor. Told me to join a gym because it's good for me although I explained the debilitating social anxiety I was struggling with. Here comes the real kicker. She looked me square in the face and said. I really want to help you. To which I replied thank you. I really need some help. She continued with. But I Can't.

I know that there is not much she could have done but her choice off words were what made me lose even more hope. I can't, to me felt like a punch in the gut that took the last of the wind left in me.

I left her in a worse state than when I went in to see her. Thankfully I have a supportive partner who is my rock. He helped me calm down and just nurtured me until I could pull it together for the days that followed this appointment. He is no health professional yet he found the words to support me and make me feel a little more at ease. It was what I needed from my doctor who could have found words to guide and encourage me to just take the time to heal and give me hope that things could only get better. 

Why do people get into the medical profession if they lack the empathy and compassion for those who need them most? Or is this their way of not being weighed down by patients.

It took me two weeks to move on from this, not recover but to calm enough to just let it be. I was sent to a counselor and so I built up the courage to go. I hate this part so much as I have had at least 10 councilors, psychologists and psychiatrists over the period of years since the onset of my mental health issues. I know how it works and this one was no different. You spend three sessions going through all your history for them to sit there and wobble their head like one of those dolls people put on their car dash. Then they tell you how to breathe. Yes, breath. Then start with tapping techniques and cognitive therapy. Well let me just say that this can't be it. This cannot be all the help that is available. There has to be more to help people get better and stay better. I want to live a normal life. To not need to be medicated to just be able to do simple daily tasks like having a shower and making a coffee. I want to be able to leave my house without fear. I want to be human. Yet I am a prisoner of my own mind. I am another number in the system. 

A system that is broken can not fix broken people.

#anxitey #self help #mental health #writing

[fangaminghell]

I wanted to write something in regards to Leo, so here it is! Major trigger warning: lots of self-loathing and inner homophobia are portrayed by some of the characters near the end. It's not a total reflection of who these characters are, but rather what Leo thinks they view him as. But still, lots of negative thoughts in this one, so if that stuff triggers you, please don't read! With all of that being said....

" Raya! Raya, look!" A young Leo, hair still black, focuses his energy on a single rock. After a few grunts, the rock starts to float slightly above the ground. Suraya, much younger as well, gasp and dashes over to her little brother, wrapping her arms around him in a giant hug.

" Oh Leo, you did it! I'm so proud of you!" The sudden impact of the hug made Leo lose focus, causing the rock to fall to the ground.

" Ra-ya!" Leo pouts as his sister squishes their cheeks together, " You made me lose focus!"

" Whoopies~. Sorry, Leo! I'm just so proud!" Suraya giggles. Leo rolls his eyes, but happily returns his sister's living embrace. His soul feels warm and safe. How long has he felt like that?

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" Wait?! What do you mean you can't go?!" Leo huffs, watching his older sister pace back and forth in her room. They're both a bit older now, with Leo's black hair now having slightly dyed tips.

" I'm sorry, Leo!" Suraya says,still pacing back and forth gathering different times from her room. She isn't looking at him. " But you know how mom and dad are about my training! I have to-"

" Maintain the family legacy, I know," Leo grumbles, crossing his arms as he glares diem at the floor. Suraya stops pacing and finally look at his younger brother. She sighs, but walls up to him with a reassuring smile.

" Hey, don't worry! Once my training is done, I'm totally free! We can hang out all we want then. But until then, why not go hang out with your friends?"

Leo almost wanted to laugh. Friends? Please. Those people are beneath him in every sense of the word....well. Except Micah.

" Okay...." Leo relents, and his sister's smile grows bigger.

"Yay! Thank you , Leo,I promise we'll hang out once I get this training done!" She gives him another hug, one that goes he hasn't gotten in a while,but quickly let's go.

" Oh shoot, I have to go. See you later, Leo!" And with that she runs out of her room. She was just there, but Leo already misses her.

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He feels heavy. So heavy. And is in so much pain. The pain of everything: his family, his lost friends, all of his mistakes, are just screaming at him , tearing him down. He can't breathe. He can't breathe, he can't -

" First you slack off on your duties, making us look like fools, but now you come to like men?! You are not my son," his Dad hisses, filled with venom.

" Oh Leo, where did I go wrong?" His mother sighs, and he can hear beginning to sob, " Where did I go wrong in raising my son?! Oh, why must he be such a disappointment," his mom continues to sob and his body feels even heavier, tears starting to swell.

" I'm sorry!" He cries, " Mom, dad, I'm so sorry, I'll be better-"

" Better? You? Please," Leo's blood turned cold. Micah.

" You're just saying that to lift the guilt of your shoulders. You will never change, Leo. I'm proof of that,". Against everything, Leo tries to shake his head. He tries to say ' I am getting better, I know I am!'. But Micah catches on top quickly. His face seeths with rage.

" NO?! ARE YOU TRYING TO DENY ALL THAT YOU'VE DONE?! ALL THE PAIN YOU CAUSE?! ARE YOU REALLY THAT SELFISH?!" Micah yells and berates, and soon the entire room that Leo is in erupts in noise. So many voices. So many voices tearing him apart, telling him how wrong he is, how much he failed. He tries to cover his ears, his tears rapidly falling as he tries to apologizes

" I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll be better, I'll be a better son, a better friend please I'm sorry I'm sorry-"

The room is suddenly silent. No voices. No yelling. Just him. Leo slowly lowers his hands from his ears, looking around the vast emptiness around him. Nothing. At least. Not at first.

" You really are something else , Leo," Raya. She stands a few feet ahead of him. The white haired man tries to get up, to run to her, but his body is too heavy to move. All he could do was stare, as his sister begins to walk.

" You are the most selfish, arrogant person I have ever known,". What? Wait- " All you ever do is mess things up for everyone else. Do you know how troublesome that is?!" This isn't Suraya, it can't be-

Suraya stops in front of him, looking down at him with utter disgust.

"R-raya?" Leo squeaks out, his voice so small,so torn, so pathetic .

" You are such a waste of space. I wish you were never born".

Leo can't breathe.

______

" Sevi? Sevi!!!" Leo's Serperior, Jesse, nudges him as he says suddenly wakes up, gasping for air. Jolting up, he realizes he's alone with Jesse in the wilderness. But his mind can't process anything right now. His breath is uneven and his body won't stop shaking.

" I'm sorry, I'll do better, I'm sorry-" was all he would mutter. Jesse wraps himself around his trainer, gently nudging his face to his and he tries to comfort Leo. Leo, whether he knows it or not, leans into his Pokemon's touch. But he doesn't stop apologizing.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"

It isn't until long until Leo falls back asleep. But Jesse is still wrapped around him. Just in case.

#oc: leo ✨ #hello! how is everyone doing :D #felt like writing angst i hope it was good #leo....is not okay! #once he finishes his journey he's getting his ass into therapy #pokemon reborn