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"pretty." | yoon jeonghan
SYNOPSIS. in which jeonghan calls you pretty.
PAIRING. yoon jeonghan x gn!reader
GENRE. fluff, established relationship
WARNINGS. one kiss on the cheek, terms of endearment, jeonghan just being down bad and whipped for you lmao
WORD COUNT. 1k
notes: because who wouldn't wnt to write something from that clip of him kissing gyu on the cheek cuz he's pretty?? anyway. can u tell that my fav word is pretty...
Jeonghan finds you pretty.
Pretty like... the first rays of dawn painting the sky in streaks of colours. Not like a fiery and blazing sunrise, but a soft, hesitant awakening; the hush before the world truly stirs to life.
His gaze lingers on your quiet form right next to him, eyes tracing the path of sunlight across your cheek peeking in from the shutters of the window, the way it seems to kiss the curve of your jawline and dance in the strands of your hair. A sleepy smile forms at his own lips, head tilting slightly as he lets out the quietest of chuckles.
Pretty like... the way a flower blooms. Each petal peeks out from the bud, hesitant at first, then unfurling with a contented sigh. Like the way you smile, Jeonghan thinks, merely a shy bloom starting at the corners of your lips before blossoming into the radiant sunflower that he always believes that you are.
Your chest rises up and down rhythmically, lips twitching ever so slightly, and Jeonghan wonders what kind of dreams must be playing in your mind𑁋if he should at all try to intervene and chase away the frequent nightmares that sometimes visit, and the clouds that occasionally cast shadows on your peaceful expression.
Pretty like... a book whose cover is worn and flimsy, its pages softened by countless turns and accidental (and intentional) rips, yet the ink still vibrantly tells tales of laughter and tears, of mishaps and misfortunes, of you. But even with this, the spine of the book remains unbroken.
Jeonghan remembers you reading a book last night, an older story if he recalls. He remembers the way your brows furrowed in concentration, hands clutched on the worn paperback, and how your lips moved silently, mouthing words only your heart could hear. He remembers the way your eyes lit up when you turned a page and nudged at his side to get his attention even if he didn't know what the story was about, a flicker of joy to your face like a firefly illuminating the room and the night skies.
Suddenly, a vibration snaps Jeonghan awake at this point, focus darting towards the unwelcomed presence of his phone on the nightstand. The screen casts a harsh light against the gentle morning glow, and Jeonghan reluctantly detaches himself to reach over for it, noting incoming messages from his members about their scheduled practice for later today, the words blurring slightly as sleep clings stubbornly to his eyelids. He quickly types out a message before silencing his phone, and then he shoots a contemplative glance back to you, before slipping out of the sheets and tip-toeing out of the bedroom.
Pretty like... the first sip of morning coffee. Not a jolt of bitter heat, but a warm caress on the tongue, enough to awaken the senses slowly. Jeonghan moves silently throughout your shared space, not wanting to disturb your peace. The aroma of brewing coffee wafts through the air, intertwining with the lingering traces of dawn and the new day ahead.
Carefully pouring a cup for himself, Jeonghan adds a sprinkle of cinnamon on top, the scent swirling like a mini-tornado and playfully tickling his nose. He remembers how you once told him you associate cinnamon with warmth and comfort, and a soft smile graces his lips.
He glides through the rest of his morning routine with practiced ease, mindful not to disturb your slumber, the quietness only punctuated by the occasional soft melody hummed under his breath of one of his songs. As time continues to pass, nearing to when he has to leave, Jeonghan glances at the numbers displayed on his phone, and a tinge of bittersweetness settles in his stomach. A tiny frown creases across his brow as he sets down his empty coffee cup and smooths over the fabric of his shirt with a sigh.
Heading back into the bedroom, he finds you still slumbering on the bed, the streaks of morning light painting over your cheeks. Jeonghan trots over to the window and gently adjusts the shutters, letting in a wider ray of sunlight that dances across your nose.
A creak from the bed tells him you're stirring, and he turns just in time to see your eyes flutter open. Sunlight spills across your face, bathing over your features like honey, and his breath catches in his throat, as if he'd just swallowed a handful of butterflies. You look even more beautiful than the dawn, he thinks.
A sleepy yawn escapes you, stretching your arms above your head, your eyes still closed shut from the light.
"Hannie...?" You mumble out, and Jeonghan is swift to come racing to your side, sitting himself down at the edge of the bed right beside you.
"Morning, angel," he says softly, letting a finger push back a few loose strands of hair flying over your face. "I was about to tell you that I'm leaving."
Your eyes flutter open just slightly, just enough to catch the small curve to your boyfriend's lips, yet mind still cloudy with sleep to even process it. "Hmm... what time is it?"
"Still early. You can go back to sleep," Jeonghan tells you reassuringly. "I just wanted to see your face before I leave."
His words send a faint smile to play across your lips.
"Why do you always have to leave so early?" You ask, voice raspy with sleep.
Jeonghan lets his hand lace with yours on the sheets, the warmth spreading through your fingers and coursing through your body.
"Work calls, love," he says, voice soft but laced with a playful tone. "But you know I wouldn't leave if I didn't have to."
A low groan leaves your mouth as your adjust yourself further into the comfort of the bed while still not letting go of his hand, your eyes fluttering closed again. Jeonghan just chuckles at your sulky antics, and you feel the way his finger caresses lightly over your knuckle.
Pretty like... a diamond ring glinting in the soft morning light, a promise of forever shimmering between them. He knows with a certainty settled deep in his bones that one day he'll slide that very ring onto your finger. But for now, the promise waits beneath the surface, a secret shared only by the gentle stroke of his thumb against your skin and the way his gaze lingers a little longer than necessary on your face𑁋hair messy and clinging to the pillow, eyes closed shut once more, yet you've never looked more beautiful to him.
And so, Jeonghan leans down, lips meeting in a feathery kiss at the skin of your cheek just below your eye. He lingers there for a moment, savouring the warmth of your skin against his own, before lowering himself down just next to your ear.
"Pretty," he whispers softly, simply, and irrevocably in love.
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OH MY LORD PLEASE DO MORE ABOUT STONER BAKUSQUAD THAT WAS 'mwah' chefs kiss
xoxoxooxox thank you sm if you do xoxooxox
Omgg yesss I love stoner bakusquad. Tyy for the request loveeee
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Part 2 of this
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Summary: reader and quirkless au!Bakusquad are stoners
Pairings: platonic!katsuki bakugou x gn!bisexual!reader, platonic!Eijiro Kirishima x gn!bi!reader, platonic!pan!Denki Kaminari x gn!bi!reader, platonic!plug!hanta sero x gn!bi!reader, platonic!bi!mina ashido x gn!bi!reader, Eijiro Kirishima x bi!mina ashido, past!Hanta sero x bi!mina ashido, pan!Denki Kaminari x bi!plug!hitoshi Shinso
Warnings: language, Marijuana duh, vaping, alcohol, making out, shrooms, OF, masturbation, etc.
A/n: I was personally geeked writing part 1, so I forgot to actually include the vaping part lol. If you don’t know who Harold and kumar are, watch the movies.
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Ok so to start off, Sero’s day/night Job is deejaying. He’s actually really good at it. A lot of people would think this job would go to Denki but nope.
Speaking of Denki, he actually is a streamer. He reacts to people’s videos and plays horror games. He plays a lot of Roblox too.
Bakugou likes Sam & Colby. He’s liked them since trap boys. Honestly his favorite trap boy is Corey tho.
When Mina drinks she gets the spins really bad and throws up. Every single time. Without hesitation.
Denki cries sometimes when he’s drunk.
Kirishima greened out at the first smoke sesh.
Mina is seriously super horny when she messed up. She even convinced bakugou to make out with her while he was super stoned
Denki started vaping when you guys were in sophomore year, he eventually put u all on.
Bakugou had to bail Sero out of jail once, Sero was pulled over while he was making a delivery
Mina makes Kirishima take her to concerts, he trip sits her while she takes shrooms
Sero likes to watch cartoon network and adult swim when he’s stoned
Eventually, Shinso and Denki get together. You all excepted Shinso practically immediately, and invited him to the smoke seshs
Mina buys pink joint papers. The guys hate when she rolls up with them, except for Denki he loves them<3
Mina has an only fans. She isn’t embarrassed by it either. Denki has also watched her videos while jerking off
During smoke sesh’s you guys like to watch South Park. Sero likes to laugh and compare bakugou to cartman.
Sero has a unhealthy amount of bongs
Kirishima is the designated driver for after the hangouts. Whoever doesn’t just sleepover, he gives a ride.
Kirishima always makes a crap ton of snack when him and Mina host. Mina doesn’t like hosting tho.
Depending on how high bakugou is, he will let you play with his hair. It’s actually so soft.
Denki and Sero almost got kidnapped by Sero’s plug one time. It was Denki’s fault, he tried to still the guy’s knife.
Sero loves Shinso’s cat especially when he’s stoned he says he’s the group scooby doo. Shinso is forced to bring muffins(the cat) every time
Shinso also sells weed so Sero claims they’re competitors
Denki is so girly with his vapes it’s funny. Like this boy will kill for a minty Hyde. He also always has to tear apart his bed just to find the shit.
I think everybody agree and say bakugou and kirishima drink whiskey. Grown ahh ahh men💀
Bakugou literally will catnap when he is baked. He likes to sleep with his head on your thighs
Kirishima always brings blunt wraps since you and Denki always forgets to buy them. Baby boy kiri is a angel🥹😇
Reach in Sero’s couch cushions and you will find a kingdom of lighters
Denki says him and Sero are Harold And Kumar. Denki and you love those movies.
Sero’s kitchen is stocked on all your favorite foods and drinks.
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((Definitely didn't rewrite this ask like 8 different times pshhhh u don't know what ur talking about-))
First things first, I'm 1000000% agreeing with your post about there not being enough platonic Spiderverse x Reader content. I am literally STARVING for platonic Spiderverse PLEASE,,,, there were only like 10 posts when I searched it up last and AO3 was so empty when I checked,,,,
Secondly, I rewatched the first Spiderverse two days ago ((& watched the new one earlier today)), but something about rewatching the original triggered some dormant part of me that has decided that Noir would be SUCH A GOOD PARENTAL / MENTOR FIGURE!!!
So, If you're cool with it, could I get some headcanons or a oneshot ((whatever you're feeling I'm starving here please-)) with him and a reader who's an older teen (like 17-19) and became Spiderman/woman/person when they were in their mid-teens (15/16)? It would probably work best with the context of the reader being a part of the events of the first movie, but in my head, reader has lived their entire life without close friends or anyone they could really talk to about their problems ((especially after they got bit)), so they closed themself off from others. Noir seems like the type that would be able to push someone like them to interact with others more, while also being entirely willing and eager to act as a support system. Maybe the oneshot/headcanon would involve reader getting hurt and Noir patching them up and letting them know that they do have other spider-people available to support them? Preferably gender-neutral but I don't mind either way! :]
((sorry but kinda not sorry for the kinda longish ask ((I did cut it down tho so hopefully it's a bit better)), rewatching Spiderverse triggered something in me that deeply desires parental! Noir so when I saw your post I immediately needed to send in an ask lol))
“You don’t have to shut everything out, you know.”
His words confused you for a moment, until you realized it was gonna be one of those sentimental, overly-emotional, trying to break your walls down, conversations.
“I don’t know what you mean.” You said, rather nonchalantly. You winced when he tightened the bandages around your arms.
You had insisted on going off on your own, resulting in you getting your ass beat- injured.
And apparently Noir was a doctor, so you got stuck with the black and white spiderman variant.
Everyone had tried to engage with you, the pig was very persistent in getting you to crack a smile with his cheesy, cartoony jokes. Their efforts proved to be fruitless.
You lived your entire like without needing anyone, and you weren’t about to change that. It was better that way. You were safer.
“You’re rather cut off for a kid?” It was said like a question, but you knew Noir knew it was a fact.
You acknowledged this was a huff as you cradled you injured arm.
“Could I, uh, see your hand?” Noir held out his own hand. You hesitated, looking between his hand and his masked face. You placed your hand in his.
He began to wrap your bruised hand in bandages that were provided by Mile’s universes Aunt May.
“I know being Spider-Man is hard, but it’s nice knowing there are other spider… people.”
You stayed silent, your answers coming out in hums or little noises, never taking your eyes off of his hands. You stiffened as his fingers touched one of the bruises.
“You’re allowed to talk, kid.” He said, looking you dead in the eye.
“I know that.” You replied, yanking your neatly bandaged hand away from him. “Just don’t see the need for it.”
Noir slightly tilted his head to the side. He hummed after hearing your answer.
“That’s a shame, I quite like the sound of your voice.
Now he was just trying to butter you up.
“Really?” Your tone of voice proved you didn’t believe him.
“Of course. I can only imagine the type of things you’ve got to say.” He leaned back in his chair in Aunt May’s living room. “What’s it like in your world? It’s obvious all our worlds are different.”
You sighed, a bit frustrated. “Look, I swing around, fight the bad guys, get bashed for it on the news, thats my life, nothing more to it.” You pulled your knees closer to your chest as you sat in an armchair.
“Well, if you ever wanna get more… in-depth about it, I haven’t quite lost my hearing yet.” He got up and sent two finger guns your way. It took everything in you not to let a small smile break free.
He left the room, leaving you by yourself. It was quiet and empty.
Suddenly, you didn’t like being alone.
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will u do insecure fmc x sam? like she doesn't understand why he wants her and she feels bad about her weight bc she's midsized
I gotta admit, I put a bit of myself into this fic:P. Hope you enjoy<3!
Nothing Wrong with Your Body-Sam x Female Reader
I was shopping with Sam at the mall. I was looking for clothes while he also was checking out clothes in a neighbouring store. I picked out some clothes and walked out the changing room, looking at myself in the mirror. I was trying on a tank top and a skirt as it was spring now and starting to get hotter outside. I stared for a while, adjusting the shirt and how the skirt fit on around my hips, trying to make it look decent. Three girls came out of their changing rooms and stood next to me to look at themselves in the mirrors next to mine. They were all complimenting each other, taking pictures, and laughing together. The girls had on pretty much the same thing I did, cropped tank tops and short skirts, except I didn’t look like them. They all had thin bodies, flat stomachs, no thigh gap, basically every I wasn’t. I tried to focus on myself, but I didn’t want to keep looking at myself. At my big thighs, wide hips, and big gut. It was hard not to look at them. They were beautiful. They looked amazing in their outfits. And I looked like…me.
I quickly changed back into my big t shirt and baggy jeans. I couldn’t help taking more glances at the girls as I made my way towards the exit. Sam was standing there waiting for me.
“Finally. Took ya long enough, doofus,” He playfully rolled bis eyes, “You ready to go?” He asked.
“Yeah, i’m ready.” I tried to grab his hand and lead him out, but he hesitated for a moment. He looked at empty hands,
“You didn’t get anything? I thought you wanted to get cute spring outfits or whatever.”
“I changed my mind.” I couldn’t help but keep glancing back at the girls. Sam noticed and followed my glances.
He furrowed his eyebrows and his shoulders slightly tensed, “Were those girls being mean to you?”
“No, it’s fine! Can we just go home please?” I pleaded. Sam relaxed at my demeanour and finally nodded.
“Alright, let’s go home.”
We soon walked in the house. “Alright then,” Sam said, “I’m gonna go make us some lunch.”
“You don’t have to make me any, I'm not hungry.”
Sam raised an eyebrow, “Seriously?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.” I forced a smile. He sighed,
“Well, I’m not just gonna make you nothing, doofus. Your food will be in the fridge for whenever you want it.” He moved a strand of hair behind my ear and gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead before heading off to the kitchen. He was so sweet.
I walked up to my bedroom and began to change into my casual clothes. As I was changing, I got another look at myself in the mirror. Tears started to well up in my eyes at the sight of myself. I tightly closed my eyes shut. Why does this have to be my body? Why can’t I be pretty? My whole life I’ve stood out. I've tried so hard to not be myself, i’ve tried to diet, tried to fast, so why do I still look like this? I turned away from the mirror as my tears spilled. I can’t keep looking at myself. I hate my body. I hate being so miserable. I hate being defective.
Sam walked in my room, a worried look on his face. He must have sensed my energy. I sighed and kept my eyes down and away from him. I don’t even know why he’s here. He was handsome, kind, and funny, and that’s not even half of it. He was amazing. He could have any girl he wanted. Why was he here with me?
“Woah, what’s wrong?” He quickly walked up to me and gently set his hands on my shoulders.
I tried to wipe my eyes, but the tears just kept coming, “Why are you here?” I asked through sobs.
He furrowed his eyebrows, “What?”
“Why are you here with me? Why are you with me?”
“Why do you mean ‘why am I with you?’” He said, not exactly sure what was wrong, “I love you.”
That just made me more hysterical, “But why?! How could you possibly love me when I look like this?!” I gestured to my body, “You could have anyone you wanted! Like those girls at the mall, they were gorgeous! Why do you waste your time with me?!” Suddenly, I felt myself calm down. I felt my body become weaker and the bad thoughts gradually left my mind.
Sam pulled me into a firm hug, “Sorry, I just had to get you to calm down.” The enthrallment eventually wore off, but I didn’t have anymore fight in me and just let myself cry in Sam’s arms. Once I relaxed a bit, he pulled away and looked into my eyes, “Listen to me, there is nothing wrong with your body, okay? Your body is actually really beautiful. Being midsized it’s not a bad thing. Not even close, actually. You’re not a waste of time. You’re awesome. ‘Why do I love you?’ Heh, I love everything about you. I love how you talk, how you walk, how you act, how you look, how you make me feel, everything. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever fucking met. You drive me fucking nuts, and I can’t get enough of it. Hell, those girls could never come close to you and how happy you make me. Is that enough to answer your question?”
I felt a lump in my throat as I took in everything Sam just said. I let out a sob as I practically hurled myself back into his arms, “I-I love you, Sam. I love you so much.”
Sam chucked softly, “I love you too. Everything will be okay, alright? I promise. No matter how long it takes.” He kissed the top of my head. We just stayed in the comfort of each other’s arms for a while.
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Fundamental Differing
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Prologue
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summary: short blurb for the sake of context! this scene takes place in 1989, 3 years prior to the rest of the story.
tags: eddie munson x reader, gn!reader, rockstar!eddie, angst, hurt/eventual comfort, slow burn, pining, heartbreak, all that good stuff
a/n: welcome back to the new kid!verse my friends, i hope you missed me! enjoy the prologue to the angstiest idea i’ve ever had. Please reblog to support the author!
Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated.
Autumn, 1989
Your POV
“I can’t keep doing this, Eddie. I don’t want this anymore.” You’re pacing aimlessly around your apartment, the old wood creaking under your bare feet.
“I just don’t understand why you’re so upset. You knew this was gonna happen, I told you things would be different.” His voice cracks, but he manages to keep it together. He blocks you as you try to enter your bathroom to grab your toiletries.
“Different doesn’t mean worse. This is worse. I don’t see you anymore, and when I do, you’re mean. You’ve been at ‘practice’ every night this week, not once calling to let me know you’d be home late. I know you guys are working hard, and I get it. I don’t wanna hold you back anymore.” You bite your bottom lip and look into his eyes, for the first time in the last hour. You’re exhausted, hating to have to keep fighting for a relationship clearly on its deathbed.
“Hold me back? Baby, I-“
You shake your head. You’d been seeing it for months, the way he’d hesitate to tell you where he’s going, or all the good things happening for Corroded Coffin. You’d been supportive of his dreams this entire time, while still trying to get Death Dance off the ground. But you still made time for him, only to be stood up for his band, or his new groupies, or his manager-in-training. You felt left behind, but also couldn’t find it in you to fight. He was happy, regardless of how sad you had become.
“I am so proud of you, Eddie. I wanna make that clear. I will never, ever not be proud of you. But I can’t be your plan B. I can’t keep sitting around hoping you’ll still love me when you finally get big, or wait until you give up and resent me forever.”
“What are you suggesting, then?”
“I’m moving in with Robin, she’s already got a room for me.”
You watch as Eddie’s face falls, almost hearing the sound of his heart breaking. “Y/n …” It falls out of his mouth like a rotten tooth, and you can’t bring yourself to answer him. “You’re leaving me?”
You nod once, and shove past him, into the bathroom. You close the door behind you, sliding down to the floor where you drop your head into your hands. Losing Eddie was never the plan, the last thing you ever saw yourself doing. But your relationship had become toxic, bitter on both sides when you should have been supporting each other. It’s not what you want to do, but you’re convinced it’s the only way to heal, to grow into the person you’ve set out to become. But god, does growing hurt like a bitch.
You take a deep breath and bring yourself to your feet. Everything you own is shoved into backpacks and plastic grocery bags, and you exit the bathroom with another full bag in your arms. Not even stopping to look at Eddie, you snatch the rest of your belongings and head into the chill of the night, the tears in your eyes stinging your cheeks as the wind blows. You don’t look back.
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It’s short on purpose i’m trying to leave u wondering!!! see u soon for chapter 1!
chapter I
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should they fuck raw? crossover edition: Kim/Win. Kinn/Jay Gemini. Win/Pat. Vegas/Tan. WIN/FIGHTER. VEGAS/FIGHTER.
Kim (KinnPorsche) / Win (Between Us / UWMA).
WinWIK??!! *Microwave Noises*
Ok so I'm thinking a university faculty open-day event, WIK just trying to get through his setlist while Win gets increasingly brazen, eventually trapping WIK in a tight corridor going in for a wall lean. Kim finally snaps out of his WIK persona for long enough have Win pinned to the opposite wall by the throat. Win just tips his head back, grinning lol.
Also huge congrats to my Bi 4 Bi kings for creating the worlds first lesbian-coded gay sex. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
Kinn (KinnPorsche) / Jay Gemini (Cutie Pie)
KINNJAY. HELLO. Hello. I will never be able to stop thinking about this. Kinn's penchant for hot cocky bartenders meet the hottest, cockiest bartender of all time. The TITS of it all. I'd KILL for this. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
Win (Between Us) / Pat (Bad Buddy)
Hell Yes. I fear that they would create a cocky-bisexual feedback loop so powerful it would topple society as we know it. PatPran for exhibitionists and I say that as a compliment. 🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
Vegas (KinnPorsche) / Tan (Manner of Death)
Morally dubious men my beloved. Obvioulsy has potential to be toxic as hell, but also the way Tan is incredibly doting and adoring under a much harsher mask would fit against Vegas' personality so well. If they didn't kill eachother immediately, Vegas would burn the world down for him. Plus Vegas would never hesitate to fuck on the autosy table. 🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
Win (Between Us) / Fighter (Why R U)
A huge appeal of Win's character is his ability to very quickly and ruthlessly clock any kind of repressed or hidden desires a la "Come... to my room". Fighter is literally nothing BUT repressed desire. Tutor at least has the decency to act a little shy about taking P'Fight apart but Win wouldn't bother. Hia Win would pin nong Fight to that locker room wall and Fighter would thank him. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
Vegas (KinnPorsche) / Fighter (Why R U)
HELLO?? VEGAS WOULD EAT FIGHTER ALIVE. GOD. This is WinFight on crack. Vegas would pull this man apart until he forgot his own name. Fighter's repressed, desperate, wrecked expressions meets Vegas' knowing smirk. CHRIST. Give me "let it out" scene with these two I'm begging. BEGGING. Fuck. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
Girl. These are all fucking *elite*. I'm going to kiss you on the mouth in real life forreal.
Send me unhinged blorbo combos and I will tell you whether they should fuck-raw 💌💕
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A Builder, a Researcher, and a Rooftop, Ch. 22: Malfunction and Maintenance
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A/N: Hey hi I'm back on this fic! Got real busy and hit with some pesky writer's block on this fic. Still working through it a bit, but I've kept my overall writing groove going with some other new fics, so it was easier this time around to slide back into writing for this one.
And also, almost 2000 hits and over 100 kudos, holy shit. [and that isn't counting my Tumblr readers, love u guys <3] Thank you all so much! I'm really glad that you're all enjoying reading my stuff as much I'm enjoying writing it.
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The builder was surprised to come up to an empty roof that night. Qi should’ve been on a better work schedule these days. He could consistently meet them right on time, fortunately without any bags under his eyes.
They shrugged and took a seat. He’d come up when he was ready.
Sure enough, they heard urgent-sounding footsteps headed their way. The top of Qi’s head poked over the edge of the roof. “Can you come take a look at the mobile suit?”
“Huh? We just repaired it this morning…” A rather impromptu job, on top of one of the tables of the sacked Blue Moon like a surgery on a hospital bed, under the nervous gaze of Qi and half-bemused, half-annoyed gaze of Grace.
“I…I’d just like to be sure.”
The builder let out an amused chuckle and stood up. “Alrighty, I’ll do a once-over.”
“Thank you,” Qi said with a relieved sigh. “I-it’s not that I don’t trust your repair work… It’s just a precaution.”
“Say no more,” said the builder, patting his shoulder. “It’s my baby, too. Technically.”
They headed inside the Research Center, the mobile suit already pulled out of its usual parking spot by Qi’s workbench. The builder grabbed a nearby stepstool and started inspecting the robot, top to bottom.
They could feel Qi’s nervous gaze on them as they worked. “Are you…doing okay?” they asked gently as they finished inspecting the controls.
“Physically? My injuries are minimal. It’s just a couple bruises.”
“And emotionally…?”
Qi hesitated. The builder kept their eyes pointedly on the arm they were inspecting, not wanting to put pressure on him.
“The situation was…uncomfortable,” he said, sounding unusually deflated. “The clergy members have always been active objectors of my work, but…” He trailed off.
“…I guess having them get all up in your face like that is a lot more than they usually do,” the builder said. Qi let out a quiet hum.
Miguel and Dan-bi were on him as soon as Unsuur managed to put out the flames consuming the mobile suit, yelling at him for his lack of tact (with Burgess behind them, backing them up, albeit much more politely), before quickly descending into a lecture about how his technology was doing Sandrock more harm than good, and how they couldn’t believe that the minister and the mayor were letting his antics go unchecked for so long, and why oh why was he dragging the builder into all his crazy schemes?
That last bit was what made them look up from where they were helping Grace stomp out the last several embers of the fire on the stage. Qi was countering them indignantly, as they’d expect, but as soon as they were mentioned, hurt suddenly flashed across his face. It quickly disappeared as his scowl only deepened, shooting back with more venom as he came to their defense.
The builder quickly apologized to Grace before stomping over and putting themself between all of them. They made up an excuse that the mobile suit needed to be repaired ASAP, since it was city property. Miguel objected, knowing that it was obviously bullshit, but their hardened glare made him stand down with a huff. He turned around, but not before muttering a warning over his shoulder:
“The people closest to us are the ones who can bring you down the easiest. And the hardest. You would do well to remember that, builder. And you, director.”
Dan-bi and Burgess quietly followed his lead. The builder looked over their shoulder at Qi. He was still fuming, but they could see he was covering up for how shaken he felt.
“Why do they think I don’t understand their tenets…?” Qi muttered in the present, knocking the builder out of their thoughts. “I’m a researcher. Of course I know that technology can be used for terrible purposes. The core purpose of my profession is to understand exactly how that can happen!”
The builder couldn’t think of an answer. As noble as the Church’s objectives were, they always kept a wary eye on them at all times. There were always rumors floating around about the more…extreme chapters out there.
Qi sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Sandrock nearly collapsed because of unchecked development, and now, it’s being repaired with measured development and the use of technology. But for whatever reason, these Church people only like to fixate on the former. And then they extrapolate it to the whole world.”
“Doom and gloom make it easier to market a dogma, I guess,” muttered the builder as they moved to the mobile suit’s engines.
“Indeed. They see the things we develop and proclaim them harbingers of doom. As if we haven’t considered the state of the Old World a thousand times over already.” He let out another sigh as he sank into his desk chair. “The first researchers in the New World were people who had managed to salvage reading material in the ruins in the Age of Darkness. When the first settlers started digging through the rubble for relics, they were the ones who knew what they were digging up. Live munitions, farming equipment, power stone extractors, electromagnetic pulse emitters… They all looked the same to the untrained eye. Those early researchers were the only ones who could distinguish one from the other. They prevented more casualties than people realize.”
The builder paused their scrubbing of one of the suit’s exhaust pipes and looked up at Qi’s solemn face, resting on the back of his chair.
“Things would be objectively worse if us researchers weren’t here, if everyone was just blindly digging about without any direction,” he murmured. “I don’t understand how the Church still hasn’t realized that. Even with a hundred years to contemplate the state of things.”
The builder wished they could say something insightful. Something that wouldn’t just pander to one side. But they weren’t a researcher. Nor a clergy member. They were just a builder, forever on the sidelines of the constant conflict between the two. Even if they had a researcher for a partner. There was nothing they could say.
Qi felt their eyes on him, and glanced up. “Do…do you feel like I’ve ever goaded you into…well, anything?”
“I-is this about what Miguel said?”
Qi averted his eyes.
“Qi.” The builder stepped around the mobile suit to sit on the floor beside him. “Everything that I’ve done with you is something that I wanted to do, too. You’ve never, ever forced me.”
“Then… Do you ever feel like I’ve been a detriment to you?” He still couldn’t meet their eyes.
The builder reached up to gently grasp his hand, dangling from the back of the chair. “Never.”
Qi’s head turned at the touch. His gaze bore into theirs as he gave their hand a squeeze. “If…If my presence or my actions ever become detrimental…or burdensome…or…anything…please tell me. That is the last thing I want to be.”
“That’ll never happen.”
“You can’t guarantee that.”
“I promise you, it won’t.”
Qi let out a barely-audible sigh. “Well…in the unlikely event that it does happen, I don’t want to make it seem like you are stuck with me.”
The builder winced. “Qi, I…I don’t want to break up with you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Qi’s eyes widened. “O-Oh! No no no, I didn’t necessarily mean we would have to break up at that point. When I said ‘stuck with me,’ that also encompasses my character and actions at that particular moment. I will try to analyze and work to correct whatever is causing any discomfort in our relationship.”
“Qi…” The builder’s heart swelled. It was sweet, but… “…Don’t feel like you have to completely change for me.”
“F-From my research, it shows that failure to adapt to one’s romantic partner and their behaviors is a leading cause of failure in relationships…”
“It’s a two-way street, sweetheart. Everything you’ve said applies to me too. If you’re uncomfortable with something about me, you can tell me. And I’ll do my best to change.” They pressed their lips to the back of his hand. “You don’t have to do everything by yourself. You’ve got me.”
Qi’s face flushed. Whether it was from their words, or the pet name, or the kiss, they weren’t sure. “…I understand,” he whispered.
“Good.” A soft smile lit up the builder’s face. “Mobile suit looks good, by the way.”
Their heart swelled again to see Qi’s expression mirror theirs. “Oh? Excellent. Never a bad idea to check.”
They chuckled. “How about we go see some stars now?”
Qi nodded, picking his head up from the chair. “Of course.”
They both stood up, keeping their hands connected. The builder started heading for the door, but Qi quickly stepped in front of them. Before they could ask why, he had pulled them into his arms.
He was silent, but nothing needed to be said. The builder felt their face soften as they wrapped their arms around him in return.
Qi’s hugs always felt so nice.
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Love Somebody Like You (2/5)
Jon wanted to ask Martin out for months, but after too many dates that ended the exact moment he came out, he hasn’t managed to scrape together the courage just yet. Meanwhile, Martin desperately wants to ask Jon on a date as well, but he isn’t quite sure what to make of all the mixed signals Jon sends his way. And then there’s Jon’s flatmate Tim, who accidentally finds himself in the middle of all this after meeting Martin on a night out…
In the end, it might just take a supernatural encounter and a desperate rescue mission to sort out all this mess.
Jon/Martin with a good dash of Jon&Tim friendship, rated T, ~2500 words for this chapter. Read on AO3!
Fuck.
Martin just barely resists the urge to scream as soon as Jon turns on his heels and practically runs out of the library. He does not, however, resist the urge to collapse onto the desk and bury his face in his hands.
That’s how Basira finds him just a moment later. Martin can feel her gaze on him even before she speaks up, boring into the back of his skull.
“You okay?” she finally asks, a bit reluctantly. Martin pushes himself upright with a long sigh.
“Just great,” he spits out, with more venom than intended. Basira only raises a sceptical eyebrow at him, with no other emotion flashing across her face. No pity, no judgement, and somehow that is enough to break Martin.
“Jon was here a moment ago,” he blurts out before he can stop himself. “And I made an idiot of myself.”
“Somehow I doubt that.”
“I did. I- I asked him out. And he said no.”
At that, Basira’s other eyebrow shoots up. “Really? I thought he was all over you.”
Heat rushes to Martin’s cheeks. “I’m, well, he- he didn’t say no per se, but just… stared at me in horror and then said he couldn’t. And-”
Martin bites his tongue before the next part slips out. And when I touched him earlier he froze, and his heart was racing, as if in… panic, maybe? Basira doesn’t need to know that part. Martin isn’t sure he would survive the humiliation.
“And… that’s basically a ‘no, not interested’, I suppose,” Martin finishes, sounding utterly miserable.
Basira lets out a long sigh that probably means something like ‘I’m not getting paid enough to deal with the pining of my coworkers’. “Right,” she says, a determined look entering her eyes. “Grab your stuff, we’re closing early and going for a drink.”
“I- what?”
Basira shrugs. “Looks like you need it. No one comes to the library at this time of the day anyway. Except for Jon, apparently.”
Martin hesitates for a moment, but then he nods. At least he won’t have to be alone with his thoughts. “Okay. Let’s go.”
~~~
Drinks with Basira is… fine. They very carefully don’t talk about anything personal or - God forbid - emotional, and instead make smalltalk over the books they’ve read recently and argue over the new filing system they’re implementing in the library. It surely isn’t Martin’s favourite way to spend an evening, but it’s a welcome distraction. It ends abruptly around ten when Basira gets a call from someone and has to leave, while Martin stays a little longer to finish his last beer.
Unfortunately, that is enough for his thoughts to return to Jon. Martin runs a hand down his face with a groan. For just a moment, after Jon asked him to join on the trip to Kent, Martin had been so sure he was interested. That he’d say yes to a date in a heartbeat. Christ, he asked Martin to share his hotel room, and then he still turned him down. Martin isn’t sure the signals could be any more mixed. But maybe he finally has to admit to himself that Jon sees nothing but a working relationship between them.
“Hey,” someone suddenly says beside him, and Martin looks up to find a man smiling down at him. He’s handsome - dark hair that flops down his forehead, broad shoulders in a patterned button-up, a blinding smile. And, Martin notices with a hitch of his breath, a bi pride pin stuck to his collar.
“Um. H-hi,” he manages to get out.
“I’ve got a drink for you if you want it,” the man says, holding up two glasses filled with a pink cocktail. It matches the bright purple of his nails. “But no pressure if you’d rather be left alone.”
Martin blinks. He’s not used to getting hit on like this, and he suddenly doesn't quite know what to do with it. “Um. Uh- no, I’d like some company,” he finally stutters, and the man’s grin widens.
“Great,” he says as he sits down, sliding a glass over to Martin. “I’m Tim.”
“Martin.”
Tim tilts his head. “Martin, huh? You’re not a researcher by any chance, are you?”
“Uh, no. I work in a library. Why?”
“Oh, my flatmate works in research and talks about a coworker called Martin a lot. Would’ve been a funny coincidence.”
Martin hesitates for a second. Does Jon have a flatmate? He actually doesn’t know. But he isn’t sure why Jon would talk about him outside of work. “Uh, it’s a common name, I guess?” Martin finally says with a chuckle.
“Sure is.” Tim grins, and launches into a story about the Martin at his office who, after two months of increasingly confusing conversations, turned out to be two separate people with the same name.
Over the next hour, Martin learns that Tim is smart and funny and - most importantly - genuinely interested in what Martin has to say. It makes him easy to talk to. It makes Martin, when Tim starts flirting with him, with an easy smile on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes, actually flirt back. They’re just about to order a second drink when Tim suddenly bites his lip, looking a little bit shy for the first time that night, and lays a hand over Martin’s. His skin is warm where they touch.
“Do you want to come home with me?” Tim asks, and Martin nearly chokes on the last sip of his drink.
He takes a moment to catch his breath. With the way Tim looks at him, it’s clear even to Martin what he’s implying. Right, he thinks, feeling a bit lightheaded. People do that sort of thing. Pick someone up from a bar to take them to bed. Sometimes he forgets.
“Uh-” Martin starts dumbly.
Tim lets out a nervous laugh and pulls his hand away. “Sorry, was that too forward?”
“Um, no, it’s just…” Martin takes a breath and grimaces. “Sorry. I’m just… really badly in love with my coworker.”
“Oh!” Tim’s eyebrows shoot up. “Okay.”
Martin groans and runs a hand down his face. “We’re not- I mean, we’re not together, and I really don’t think he likes me like that, but, um… that’s not fair to you, is it?”
Tim shrugs. “I mean, I'm up for casual. No strings attached. It’s just sex, so I really don’t mind if you’re into someone else.”
Martin’s breath catches in his throat. He’s never really tried casual sex. He likes sex, sure, but it’s not something that crosses his mind all too often. It just never came up when he wasn’t in a relationship. But he likes Tim. And the thought of being wanted like this, of spending the night in someone else’s arms, of getting to touch them and being touched in return, nearly brings tears to his eyes.
“Okay,” Martin blurts out. What else can he say, lonely and touch-starved as he is?
Tim smiles, but still looks a little doubtful. “Are you sure?” he asks softly. “We can just get another drink if you’d prefer?”
Martin reaches for Tim’s hand, entangling their fingers. “I’m sure,” he says, voice surprisingly steady.
Tim’s smile splits into a grin. “Okay. Okay, great.”
~~~
Half an hour later, Martin lets Tim push him down onto his bed. As soon as he’s lying down Tim is on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. Martin links his hand behind Tim’s neck to pull him down for another kiss, and Tim eagerly sinks into it.
He gets lost in the sensations for a while, the glorious heat and pressure and softness of it all. Tim’s lips warm against his own, his body firm above him, a hand slipping beneath his shirt, caressing and exploring. Martin’s head swims as he kisses back, tugs Tim a little closer, runs a hand down Tim’s back that’s making him shiver in Martin’s arms.
It’s nice. It’s more than that, even. It’s dizzying and exciting and comforting all at once. And yet.
As Tim whimpers against Martin’s lips, he can’t help but wonder if Jon would make a similar sound. If he would enjoy the nip of teeth and the rake of fingernails down his back as well, or if he would prefer a gentler approach. Soft kisses against his cheek, gentle fingertips caressing the back of his neck, quiet whispers of adoration until he’s melting in Martin’s arms. He would look so lovely like this, cheeks flushed and hair spread out on Martin’s pillow and-
Tim lets out a moan above him, and the sound roughly pulls Martin out of his fantasy. Shame burns through him, dread settling in his stomach cold as ice, and he lets out a distressed sound from the back of his throat. Tim immediately pushes himself upright, looking down at him in concern.
Martin rolls to the side to put some distance between them and buries his face in his hands. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”
“Hey, it’s alright,” Tim says. “I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no, it’s just… it’s just me. I’m sorry.”
Tim shifts beside him, sheets rustling, and when Martin chances a peak between his fingers he’s sitting with his back against the headboard, looking down at him with a furrow between his brows. “Don’t apologise. You’re allowed to change your mind.”
Martin lets out a shuddering breath. He pushes himself upright as well and sits beside Tim, wrapping his arms around his knees. “It’s just- I can’t stop thinking about…”
“Your coworker?” Tim asks gently.
“Yeah. And- I know you said you don’t mind if I’m into someone else, but I just… I can’t do this while thinking about someone else. That just feels awful.”
For some reason, Tim still doesn’t look upset, even though his hair is still mused and his lips are still shining and red. He just smiles, and says, “He must be a pretty great guy.”
Martin can’t help but smile back. “He is.”
“Do you want to talk about him?”
“I- no.” Martin groans and runs a hand down his face. “God, Tim, I already feel like such a dick for bringing this up while I’m in your bed.”
Tim laughs. “It’s fine.”
“It really isn’t.” Martin sighs, and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry. I should leave.”
Tim doesn’t answer at first. When Martin turns to look at him, he’s watching him closely. “I mean… you don’t have to?” Tim finally says with a shrug.
Martin blinks. “What?”
“Look, it’s late. You probably missed the last tube. I don’t mind if you stay over, even without sex. I can take the couch, if you want. Or we can share the bed, if you’re comfortable with that. No offence, but you look like you could do with a hug.”
Martin lets out a wet laugh, wiping his eyes. “I really do,” he admits.
Tim grins. “Then stay. Nothing untoward, I promise.”
Letting out a long breath, Martin relaxes back onto the bed. He can’t remember the last time he platonically shared a bed with someone, and the longing for this kind of closeness extinguishes any leftover embarrassment. He can’t bring himself to move. “Yeah,” he finally says. “Yeah, okay.”
~~~
Spending the night with the Admiral purring on his chest always does wonders for Jon’s anxiety. It’s still a quiet thrum under his skin the next morning, but it’s nothing compared to the jittery mess he was the day before. Tim was right. He got this. He can tell Martin. Maybe Jon can convince him to take his lunch box outside today, and they can find a quiet spot in a park to talk…
As Jon makes the short walk back to his flat to grab his bag for work, he’s pondering his exact words, turning the sentences around in his head over and over again. By the time he’s turning the key in the lock he’s tentatively settled on “Martin, I don’t experience sexual attraction to anyone and do not enjoy intercourse, but I do like you and if you’re still amenable I would really like to go out for dinner with you”. Yes, that might do it.
He’s still distracted and deep in thought as he makes his way into the flat. The voices from down the hall barely register, until he makes his way to the kitchen and freezes on the spot.
Standing at the counter is none other than Martin. He has his back to Jon as he pours hot water from the kettle into two mugs. It’s a motion that’s so very familiar from all the times Jon ran into him in the breakroom, and yet it’s so strange that Jon can barely wrap his head around it. Because this is Martin in his kitchen, clad in nothing but an undershirt and pyjama trousers. Oh, fuck.
Tim shouts something from the direction of his bedroom that Jon can’t make out over the rush of blood in his ears. Martin laughs, the sound ringing in Jon’s head like a bell, and turns to answer.
That is the moment when he spots Jon. He goes stock still, the colour draining from his face as his eyes widen in shock. Jon still can’t move. He tries not to stare, but it’s to no avail. This is something that could’ve been plucked out of Jon’s most domestic fantasies, except that Martin’s pyjama trousers have obviously been borrowed from Tim and Jon just can’t.
“J-Jon?” Martin stutters, his voice even higher pitched than usual.
“Martin,” Jon manages to get out. His voice sounds as faint as he feels.
Tim suddenly appears in the doorway. “What are you- oh.” Tim’s eyes go wide as he looks from Jon to Martin and back.
“What are you doing here?” Martin finally squeaks.
“I- I live here.” Jon ducks his head, trying to escape both Martin’s and Tim’s eyes on him. “Sorry, I just…”
“Oh, Christ.” Tim looks at Martin in shock. “Is Jon your coworker that you…”
Martin lets out a desperate sound from the back of his throat. He nods, and Jon isn’t sure if he’s missing context or if he just doesn’t understand what they’re talking about because his brain has turned into static. It’s hard to grasp a coherent thought. He doesn’t really have it in him to process their words. His ears are still ringing, and he can feel the panic clawing up his throat and-
“I- I need to get to work,” he blurts out. He needs to get out, right now. Without waiting for anyone to speak, Jon whirls around, grabs his bag that he dropped in the hallway the previous day, and rushes out of the flat.
The front door slams shut behind him.
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U and beomgyu are already bestfriends since u guys kids, u two grew up together, he has a beautiful and pretty feature and such a feminine personality, u always feel comfortable around him, and felt something that friend didn't supose to felt, ur in love with him. But one day in junior highschool he tells u that he is gay, he tells u that he has a crush on one of the most popular guy in ur school (Yeonjun) that time u felt like ur heart sinking, but u couldn't be selfish and just act like ussual, u supporting him even tho sometimes it hurts u. so after u knew him and u two graduate from junior highschool and u two beeing a roomate in senior time, two years beeing roomate u feel really free around him, sometimes u just braless when he is around, or did not even hesitate to get change in front of him, sometimes ur so cudly with him, but for the past 2 years living with u as a roomate in senior the pretty boy always feels something when u do all of that, he get affected by ur action, never in his life he get that tingling feels when u beeing clingy to him, he even get hard when seeing ur cute little ass, never in his life he felt that when beeing around pretty girls, but its different when it comes to u, so in one summer break u ask him to have some summer trip with u, to ur grandpa cottage in some france village, he agree and u two finnaly having some summer trip together, u guys stay there for like 1 week u guys do a lot of stuff there, just like living aesthetic cottage life there, farming etc. And when u and beomgyu sit on a grass field, and began stargazing, u dont know how theres a thick tension between u and beomgyu, u starting a conversation and he admiring ur beauty under the starry sky and moonlight that night, and he kiss ur cheek out of sudden that makes u stratled and pinkish blush starting to spread from ur cheek to ur ear, the tension growing thicker when u try to see his face, and ur gaze just beeing locked by his pretty eyes who also starring at u, beomgyu gave u a lil light peck on ur sweet lips and cares ur cheek he confessing all of strange feeling that he felt when he was around u, and when u make him hard when u just wearing his hoodie, u feel like theres a thousand of butterflies in ur stomach when he say that, u gave him a sweet short kiss and u rub ur nose tip with his, u confessing ur feeling to him too, u told him that u already love him even when u two still in ur junior time, he smile at u and start kissing u slowly but it getting heated second by second anddddd u two end up fucking under the starry night on the grass field. THE ENDDDDDDDD lol
Girl....... you just wrote a whole drabble fic for me zamn🤩
Also...... the gay thing is kinda..... weird but I'll let it slide because I know this wasn't written with ill intentions/feelings towards the mlm community..... but also.... slay beomgyu! Be who you arrrrreee for your priiiiiiide!!!
There is no way that man hasn't done something fruity with another member. Idc idc idc
But also.... bi beomgyu??? I love that concept. So much actually. I might have to put that in my concept piggy bank. Also damn???? You should??? Be a fic writer???? This is something i really wanna see actually all written out. Like, if ur interested in writing this as a fic, hmu I don't mind beta reading.... I actually love this
BUT ALSO (dude I am so sorry my thoughts are all over the place on this lmao) THSTS SO CUTE FUCKIN UNDER THE STARS WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND WHO IS ALSO THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE???? I LOVE THIS SO MUCH PLSSSS
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{updated 14 November 2022, 811 am pdt }
{mostly typed 11 November 2022}
my first and only? (2:19 I think he edited putting in the word “first” 😑😤 he keeps messing with me) incubus spiritual husband wants me to believe we have @ lease [least 855 am pdt 12 November 22] 3 children together, & the oldest might be around 21 years old now, & another close in age to the oldest, & the youngest born about 4 years old & another one on the way.
2:06 p.m. I am hesitant to believe him. Seeing is believing. It seems these incubus have a way of doing things with us without us finding out. I read on Wikipedia that when an incubus comes 2 u, he might paralyze u for a while. Back in 2015, I remember not being able 2 move, & felt like something could have been on top of me weighing me down, in a half sleep kind of state & having nightmares that made me want 2 scream but no sound would come out of my mouth when I tried. It felt awful. It happened multiple times. Once before opening my eyes I felt something go a little ways inside of me & out seconds later(& I remembered I cried a little when I felt it) & then he? quickly touched my lips (eyes still closed). Another day after I woke up & sat up? The hangers in my closet started moving & it scared me - I jumped up & ran out of the room yelling/screaming. When I went back I found nothing there, but in this same closet there was a cut out in the floor- an under the apartment crawl space for Comcast to go into. I had kept a small crate of credit card statements in the closet, & when I reviewed the files it seemed like some statements went missing.
2:17 p.m. I don’t know if there was a public way into that crawl space. I didn’t have the courage 2 crawl into it.
2:18 p.m.
pps today is Friday 11 November 2022 252 pm pdt
ppps 14 November 2022 Monday 732 am pdt: I think he/they have hurt me too much to be able to produce a healthy zygote? Egg 🥚 anymore. In 2020 the hospital told me I wasn’t healthy enough to get pregnant 🤰. They 🪚 sawed away at my bones 🦴 a lot & did a big number on me. So that baby 👶 probably isn’t mine. Disappointed 😞. 735 am pdt. He lied 🤥 to me again. I felt like I have been celibate the whole time. & I still had difficulty this year. Probably Every thing is a lie. He doesn’t love ❤️ me. Probably never has & never will. I guess he loves Maryka? 🧐😵I have no proof of love ❤️. A lot of times men will marry only to fulfill a family obligation & wives are only baby makers. Too good to b true. Life triple, quadruple, quintuple, septuple, octople, 1 trillion times sucks now. Please go away Adam Levine & never come back. Please maroon us already. Tired of your building up ⬆️ & let downs. Go back to your home planet 🌎 wherever you came from. 5= go in nihongo. 5 5 5!!! Ni = 2 & to ? Hon = book 📖 bi = 2... 747 am pdt hungry he keeps making my tummy ache when I think of eating 🍽😞😖😤😵🤢😵748 am pdt 14 November 2022 Monday. He said he was obsessed with her. Obsession is part of Twitterpated definition. He said he would do anything for her. While I’m treated like trash. Steak 🥩 for her butt. I guess she is his choice for fun. His personality type, personality compatibility, but I guess not his top pick for offspring unless that’s a lie, about being done with being a father - wanting out. Although I really think she looks older than 20. I know someone who is 20(my cousin), & she has a more rounder teenage face than Maryka. 757 am pdt. I don’t know 🤷🏻♀️. Did she do stuff to her face??? Plastic surgery? Too much? Yeah, well you made me very mad especially these last 5 years, incubus spiritual husband of mine 😡🥵🤬😤 I cried a lot 😭 rivers. 806 am pdt. My feelings never matter, I grew up feeling like that- I guess that was bcz of the incubus, bcz my feelings don’t matter to him = Adam Noah Levine. 808 am pdt 😖😖😖😫😭
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I like to think that Ethan is the embodiment of every bisexual stereotype
The cuffed pants, the tucked shirts, the peace signs & finger guns, never sitting in chairs right, chosing both when it comes to any choice ever. Hes all of it and I love him for that
#hes also very prideful#his room has bisxual lighting#he has tons of bi merch#and he will not hesitate to let u know hes bi#what a guy#tbh hes who i wanna be lol#ok bye#ethan pokemon#trainer ethan#pokemon#bisexual
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sarawat is the king of mixed signals
#he really said let me be ur fake boyfriend except for when u ask me to then i will get mad#honestly though if he already knows he's queer i get why he's to hesitant cause he thinks it's just a joke for tine#(which for now it kind of is cause tine doesn't know he's bi yet lmao) but for him it's like coming out#2gether#eli.txt
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pretty for the camera
❥ nsfw | 4.8k words | camboy!eren x reader
❥ content - breeding kink, exhibitionism, choking, dumbification
❥ you had no problem just being behind the scenes of eren’s little livestreams until you catch a glimpse of his comment section. maybe it was time he needed to bring on a guest.
based on this ask here!
ty to @murmikaa @arlerted for beta reading, ily guys!
ewrose: wanna replace ur hand w mine
min1103: fuck u look so good
yasminab: holding my phone with one hand rn
lyssa1997: if only i was there to help you out<3
you made a disgruntled sound as you scrolled through the comment section of eren's live. it was comment after comment, and even though your face would scrunch up in displeasure at each lewd remark, you continued to let your finger drag across the screen to see more.
you didn't know why it made your stomach turn, you were the one who told eren it was okay. you told him you were fine with him recording videos of himself for the internet to see, you told him you were okay with him live streaming while you twisted in a chair in the corner of the room.
you had no reason to be upset when he was the one who repeatedly said, "are you sure, baby? i don't have to do this." and you repeatedly brushed him off and said it was fine. on the plus side, it put a few extra bucks in his pockets for the both of you.
you weren't the jealous type. if you were you probably wouldn't even be able to sit in the same room with him as his hand worked himself in front of a camera in front of hundreds of people. but it was something about the way they talked so explicitly about what belonged to you that made you pout, that made you sink into the chair and glance eren's way one too many times.
but what good would come out of you complaining? watching eren with envy as if he didn't fuck you good every other night— as if that couldn't be you beside him, showing his stream what belonged to you, or better yet having him show his stream what belonged to him.
your legs falls from the seat of the chair until your toes touch the carpet. your hand slips under eren's shirt that you wore, unclasping your flimsy bra and letting it fall around your waist. grabbing the hem of the shirt, you scrunch it between your hands and pull it over the top of your head. once you're in nothing but your panties, you stand up from the chair, making as little noise as possible and toeing over to stand next to the camera.
catching sight of him again almost left you awestruck. the imagery of his head being thrown back and him grunting while his attention lied on the tip of his cock. he must've felt you staring at him because he pulls forward again, half-lidded green eyes meeting yours, making you blink a few times and snap out of the trance he put you in.
catching sight of him again almost left you awestruck. the imagery of his head being thrown back and him grunting while his attention lied on the tip of his cock. he must've felt you staring at him because he pulls forward again, half-lidded green eyes meeting yours, making you blink a few times and snap out of the trance he put you in.
a warm smile was thrown his way and his gaze trails down your body, taking every inch of you in before he looks to the camera. It's amusing how he quirked his brow when his eyes met yours again.
you didn't blame him. you had never done this before, never had the courage to do this. but once again, it needed to be known that you were an actual person, that there was someone behind the camera that got eren's attention when it was off.
he doesn't speak and doesn't even try to, he just lets his eyes tell you all about it so subtly. you were interrupting his stream but he couldn't let the people watching know that.
your finger points to the camera while your other hand trails from the curve of your breasts to the soft skin of your stomach, passing the hem of your underwear and rubbing at the fabric, a silent message to eren that you hope he'd understand.
eren's hand slows in his strokes and his tongue smoothed over his bottom lip, eyes meeting yours again. a raise of his eyebrow asks you if you were sure. you've never joined one of his streams before; this is a first and he wanted you to be certain.
miathesl4t: what is he doing
mochibts: ??? the show must go on
you nod your head and step one foot forward, pausing for a moment until eren scoots back on the bed. he lets go of himself and watches you saunter over until you stop between his legs.
you're aware that hundreds of eyes were on you now. they're probably studying the curve and dimples of your back, the cotton fabric of your underwear, and the soft skin that only eren got to feel under his hands.
the light highlighted every dip of your body and every inch of you while the camera stared at you so dauntingly. it made your body tense. you want to shy away, but this was a decision that you made. you get as close to eren as possible, wanting to feel his skin up against yours to feel that comfort that he brought to you, help you ease up.
yasminab: wait who's that
mayle.e: omg um???
your leg swings over one side of him, then the other, straddling his lap. warm hands settle on your hips while his cock sat taut against his stomach between you both.
"what's up?" he murmurs, only low enough for you to hear.
your hands come up to cup his jaw, tan skin hot in your grasp. he turns his head to press his lips to your hand,softening up at the feel of you. he almost completely forgets he's recording because that's the effect you alone have on him.
his reputation precedes him— someone who has never met him before, who only knows him from his streams, his filthy videos, and pictures would say something completely different about him than you would.
you, however, knew how tender he could be, how loving he could be. you also knew what he put up for the camera wasn't completely a sham because well... you've experienced it first hand, and you reckoned if you asked kindly you could experience it again.
"want you to fuck me." your nearly whispering to him as you spoke.
"on camera?" he's not taken aback, he knew that you knew what you were getting into the second you stepped foot in front of the camera. if you wanted to back out now he wouldn't mind. he'd never force you to do something you didn't want— even if it would disappoint the watchers, even if it would disturb his live.
"on camera." you roll your hips forward, his hands on either side of you tightening as he hums. pink lips press against your shoulder before he rests his head on it, verdigris eyes meeting the camera again with a small smirk.
"we have a guest guys." his voice is sing-song, eren failing to hide his excitement because he was excited. excited to show you off, excited for his followers to see you in all your glory, to see what was his like you wanted them to, to see who fucked you dumb every chance he got.
erenwhore21: i did not sign up for this
you turn your head to the side so your profile is showing, fluttering your eyes at the camera as if you were a natural-born star that was made for it, and you give a shy smile as you lean forward into eren. his body on yours was a haven. "hi."
erenwhore21: but i am not complaining
lillilyx: HE GOT A GF omg
erenwhore21: he didn't say that
"she wants me to fuck her on camera." eren's hand comes up to turn your head towards him, pulling you closer by your jaw and pressing a kiss to your bottom lip while his other hand moves down to squeeze at your ass— an abrupt slap making you yelp. "isn't that nasty?"
your eyes roll at the irony of his words— as if not moments ago he was getting off for the eyes of strangers.
"so what do you want, baby? tell them what you told me."
your hands slip over his shoulders and your arms dangle behind them. you lean forward to peck eren's lips as his hand slides underneath your underwear to grip the flesh of your cheeks. "i said, i want you to fuck me."
he reciprocates your kiss and his lips upturn as he does, happy with your compliance. your arousal pools in your stomach, not only because you're about to give yourself to eren, but because you're going to let him have you on camera for everyone to see.
"you hear that?" he's not talking to you although his eyes are on you. he's searching for a sign of hesitation in them, a sign that you don't want to do this anymore, but you're too giddy. so when he finds none he pats your side, "turn around."
and with that same lack of hesitation, you listen, pulling your legs from over him and turning to face the camera.
the light felt brighter than it was when it could only see your backside, the camera felt farther than it was before you were facing it, and you press back on eren as much as possible. your eyes dart around his set up while you get comfortable in his lap, sitting pretty— a doll on display. "this is my girlfriend, she wants me to slut her out for you guys."
lillilyx: eren shes HOT
yasminab: thought he was single :((
b3li3v3: bI pANIC BC WHEW
eren's hands travel to your breasts, kneading both of them while pressing soft, wet kisses to your neck. you can't help but squirm in his lap— you wanted to feel something down below, you were already ready for him from the moment you stepped foot in front of the camera.
"she wants to show you guys how i fuck her when no one is around. she's dirty; my little whore, right?" the way his voice vibrates through your body from where he speaks against your neck sends a shiver through it, your back unintentionally arching and your hips trying to gain friction from your position on top of him.
one of his hands drops from your chest to your clit, giving it a few taps over top of your underwear. "right?" and only then did you realize he was speaking to you.
your eyes were focused on the camera, the thought of what was to come racking your nerves delightfully. "right... yours, no one else."
he nods his head, rewarding you by slipping his hand down past your underwear. your lips part in surprise as his warm fingers brush against your clit before dipping down further to your folds. "then show them."
eren draws a small whine from you and your hands scramble to tug at your panties, begging eren to take them off without opening your mouth. and he listens, helping you pull them off with his other hand while you lift your hips.
he slips them down far enough so that you're able to get them down your legs and let them fall to your feet. sliding out of them you open your legs further while his hand covers your cunt as if he was hiding it from his— your audience.
"you guys wanna see?" he taunts, and your head falls back onto his shoulder. you ached for him to really touch you, to really make you feel good. the camera moves into your subconscious and it almost feels like every other time when it's just you and eren.
his palm cups your heat while his fingers dance across your slit, and you find yourself trying to grind against him, trying to get more from him.
"she's so wet... don't even think i need to prep her," and as if he was testing his theory, his two fingers plunge into you making you moan at the feeling. his fingers always stretched you open so nicely, even if it was in the slightest bit.
your pleasure was short-lived. as fast as he buries his digits into you he pulls them out, and your eyebrows furrow in discontent, muscles in your leg tensing beside eren.
"eren," you whine his name, chest jutting out— god was he such a tease, you could hear him chuckle from over your shoulder before bringing his fingers up to his lips to taste you.
he made a noise of satisfaction, another small peck to your shoulder, reassuring you you'd get what you wanted. his hands come down to massage the skin of your stomach as he looked up to the camera. "i should just fuck her, yeah?"
lillilyx: YES
mira928: please do
it was funny— it didn't matter what the chat said; eren wouldn't be able to read the comments from the distance away he was from his set up. it was his decision to make. it was always his decision to make.
you found yourself nodding your head, jaw brushing against the side of eren's with every up and down motion before he pats your side, signaling you to stand.
"all fours," and you stand, the camera getting a clear view of your backside while you crawl onto the bed. eren stands up as well, positioning himself behind you, as his hand follows the curve of your spine before giving your ass a firm spank that made you wince from below him.
his eyes flit to the camera for a minute, and you reckon he was trying to make sure you were centered enough for them to see you well before his hand presses down on your back making you rest on your forearms.
his dick slides against your folds and you shudder with anticipation, letting your head rest against the sheet and pushing back on eren as he teases you.
it was teasing for him too. as much as he wanted to fuck you he had to take his time, let his viewers indulge in everything, let the camera pick up everything from the sounds of your slick coating his cock to the soft impatient whimpers that would fall from your lips.
"ready?" you can't tell if he's talking to you or the camera, but you nod your head faster than expected anyway, pressing back on him before he adjusts your hips. "gonna fuck you so good."
your mouth can't help but drop open when eren's tip meets your cunt and your breathing stutters as he slides into you. although you were slightly aware so many faces could see you, this time felt no different from the rest.
he grips your hips and sheathes himself fully inside of you, a low groan emitting from his throat as he bottoms out completely.
you feel so tight, so good, better than you usually do— and eren isn't sure if it's a trick of the camera or not. either way, he indulges in the feeling of you sucking him in, slicked up and ready for his cock.
you bury your head into the sheets to smother your moan, the way every inch of eren settles inside of you making your body quiver and your eyes roll.
eren doesn't seem to like this, his hand reaching forward to grab a handful of your hair and exposing your face again. he angles his grip facing you towards the camera, the red light winking at you, taunting you; almost like it was telling you to smile.
"look up, they can't see your face."
this is what you wanted. if you were gonna disrupt his stream the least you could do was listen to him. so you stable yourself on your elbows and keep your head up. his hand falls from your hair and onto your shoulder to keep himself steady as he begins to move.
the way he moves his hips back and forth 'til they're flush with your ass is enough to make you shudder. you can feel every movement of him sliding in and out of you through your whole body— and it feels better than ever. you're sure the attention on you has something to do with it.
"god, eren,"
eren speeds up his pace and the smack of his hips can be heard throughout the whole room alongside the sound of your juices getting pushed around every time he fucked into you. it was lewd— disgusting, but what was even nastier was the comments.
they were enjoying this, much to eren's satisfaction and possibly yours too.
jjjohn21: fuck she's hot
cumslxt0: turn her more to the camera ;p
itachiwife: need to see more tits!!!
guest37657: i wanna fuck someone like this
"god," as if eren could read what they were saying he adjusts your body by pulling you up by your neck, hands warm around your throat while your back presses up against his chest. he's radiating heat, it makes you even more warm and gushy than before, and a small whimper leaves your mouth. "you like this?"
another whimper and your eyes slide sideways so you can see the camera in your peripheral, the image of it jumping every time eren slammed into you.
"yes, yes, yeah," you gasp, your words choked.
"you like everyone watching you?"
your eyes flutter for a few seconds, mouth open to speak but only small croaks slip from your lips.
you did like everyone watching you. you liked them seeing how eren fucked you; how his cock slid in and out of you swiftly. deep strokes that made you dazed, unable to utter anything but quick confirmations to his words, and even then— barely that.
if it wasn't for the pleasure that swallowed you whole you would've felt embarrassed, would've been trying to sink into eren because of the eyes on you, because of the way you stupidly stumbled when trying to be coherent. and it was all at the hands of eren.
you didn't feel embarrassed, you felt hedonistic. felt devoted to this way of pleasure, like this was the only way you'd ever feel so euphoric— on top of the world. you could do this a million times over.
the vulgar comments no longer bothered you because you were sure they were about you. you were sure people's free hands were typing away trying to appraise how hot you looked. from your chest moved with each forceful thrust, to your ass clapping every time eren reached your cervix, small uncomfortable cries tumbling from your mouth that were a blend of pain and pleasure.
you'd try to speak again. "shit—" maybe hearing your sultry voice would help the image of you that they all had burned into their heads by now. "eren,"
maybe it would help the mirage they'd form at night from here on out. it'd be them fucking you, running their hands over your soft curves and helping you bounce over the top of them while you whispered obscenities in their ears. "hah,"
you could see why eren liked the camera so much now.
despite your hokum, you felt like a star, and you played the role so well. eren must've been long forgotten the minute you stepped foot into his spotlight.
but he couldn't have that either.
first and foremost, the only reason they were able to see you in this state was because of him. he's the one who fucked you so stupid, so dumb that you couldn't speak. you were his and as if he knew what you were thinking he'd let it be known.
"you can't speak baby?" he hums condescendingly ashis fingers crawl up from your neck, the tips prodding at your lips, slipping into your mouth to make sure of it.
your tongue lolls out so gracefully, the sloppy surface of it wetting eren's fingers and making him push up in your mouth so he could get a better grip. "fucked you so dumb?"
you nod your head, his fingertips grazing the back of your throat and eren's chuckle turns into a guttural sound when you clench around him at his words. "shit— you like that? like showing everyone how well i can fuck you?"
another nod, another whimper.
"and i'm the only one who can fuck you like this, yeah?" he slows his strokes and when he's buried inside you his hips grind against yours as if he's trying to get as deep as possible. trying to reach your stomach— hell, you can feel him in your stomach.
your yes is so mumbly, but eren can understand it all too well— you're not sure about his viewers though. "that's my girl." he lets his fingers fall from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his index to the tip of your tongue. your spittle is smeared onto your nipple by him before he lets go of you completely, letting your body fall to the bed with a plop.
you don't even realize how you're circling your hips against his until eren pulls out of you, falling onto his knees and shuffling to the edge of the bed to pull you into his lap. you're straddling him, cunt searching for his dick— fluttering at the empty feeling.
eren couldn't have taken any longer to position you, you wanted to be full again. "let's show them how your slutty pussy takes my cum too."
lillilyx: they r so hot im crying
nbhdluvr: bestie THIS is so hot
laur7n: (s)CREAMING /s
eren's dick is coated in your slick and it glistens as light reflects off of it. eren's thankful for his setup, it makes the sheen of sweat coating the both of you look like an intended glow, accentuating your best parts and making you camera ready.
he pumps himself a few times before lining himself up and pushing into you again with a sound that's near titillating.
your moan is so breathy as you accommodate his length so easily. eren hisses at the feeling of your squishy walls squeezing him again. it's like he's fucked you so many times that you're molded to him, a perfect fit for him— cinderella's glass slipper.
"oh god— eren," you're becoming spent, leaning almost all your weight against eren, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face into the crevice of his neck.
you mouth at his skin, hot open-mouthed kisses being planted on the tan of his neck, and he reciprocates the gesture by smoothing his thumb over your ear, holding you by your nape as he leans back.
he presses a small subtle kiss to the side of your head that may have gone unnoticed by the camera but not by him and you squeeze your eyes shut relaxing against him.
"fuck me." you mutter. it's so quiet that you're not sure if eren begins moving because of you or because he would've anyway.
eren's movements are steady, bucking up into you so you don't have to do much work— only taking him and taking him so well. he's proud of your performance and he's a little sad the two of you were already in the last act of it.
he speeds up a bit when you tense up, back arching and you putting in a little work as your orgasm creeps up on you. your head lifts from eren's neck slightly and you begin to let out small pants of breath. "eren..."
"yeah?" his voice is shaky and his pace begins to falter. he's just as close as you are.
"almost there," now your meeting eren's thrusts, slamming down onto him as he bucks up into you. your hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing small circles into it to the best of your ability, squeezing around eren and your mouth dropping open to let out larger pants, let out moans. "'m almost there, 'mma cum,"
"me too, me too." stray brown strands stick to the sweat coating eren's forehead. his hand on your nape falls down to the small of your back pushing you as close to him as possible. there's a furrow in his brow as he stares straight at the camera. the heat bubbles in his stomach, that familiar build-up, and it doesn't matter that he's looking at the camera— he can barely see it, eyes half-lidded and his mind blanking as all he's focused on is you and him. his high and yours.
"come," your tone pleading, you wanna be filled to the brim with his cum. want it to leak out of you for everyone and have him push as much in because you can't waste a single drop! you want eren to claim you on camera for your last act and your body shivers at the thought. "please!"
eren groans at your voice, the tremble of it is almost enough to send him over the edge. he leans back even further so you're more on display and his breathing gets heavier. "shit— want me to.. to cum inside you? fill you up?"
"yes, eren, please!"
his body tingles, that same pleasurable sensation spreads. "breed that pretty pussy, like the little slut you are, yeah?"
"yes!" you're practically sobbing for him, sobbing for it.
"fuck, baby take my cum..." and eren shoots inside of you, warmth filling you up. you cream all over him at the same time, your cunt clenching him so tightly. an unintelligible cry of his name escapes your lips. you sound so consumed, so weary, and eren loves it.
he tenses up underneath you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fills you up like you wanted, like he wanted.
yasminab: omg
guest11923: ughhh sexy
it was no doubt you belonged to him now.
your body still twitches, and eren has yet to pull out. the two of you are calming down, it's only your heavy breathing that fills the room.
after a moment eren finally speaks, tapping your side. "come on, get up." and as much as you didn't want to you do, lifting yourself up slightly on weak knees— eren's cum following his cock out of you and dripping onto his leg. he sighs at the sight and you sigh at the feel. what a finishing touch to your performance.
your skin gets prickly and cool albeit the warmth of the room, and you're hyper aware that the camera's on you once more. the exterior you built up begins to fade, and as if eren can read your mind he stands up to shut it off and end the live as he usually does.
you relax, watching as he turns off some of the extra lights, and heads to the bathroom, coming back to clean you and him up before sinking into the bed with you wrapped in his arms.
you're tired, your eyes are droopy, and you know eren's holding off the few more things he needs to do to cuddle with you, to lull you to sleep.
he's peppering kisses along your cheek, massaging the fat of your stomach, and holding you so close to him. "you did so good," is what he mumbles between every kiss.
the softness in his voice is what makes you feel tender, feel loved.
your envy was absurd. it's the way he gently kisses your skin that makes you realize that on or off camera eren belonged to you. you didn't need to show out for his viewers (not that you regret it), or prove anything to them. sitting behind a camera was fine as long as it was you who had eren in his entirety at the end of the day.
even after your realization, you're not so sure if this would be the last time you'd step foot in front of a camera, with or without eren.
#attack on titan#eren jaeger#eren x reader#eren yeager x reader#eren jaeger x reader#eren yeager#eren aot#sfw
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black eagles relationships i like but don’t see talked about enough
Ferdinand and Petra - I adore their supports. You see a lot of Ferdinand’s dorky side with his reading about historic weapons, and you see that he is genuinely curious about Petra’s culture. He admits that he initially didn’t realize how sophisticated Brigidian techniques are and I just adore his vulnerability with her. And then there’s Petra in their A support, admitting she found a second home in Fòdlan, and the two discuss their loneliness? It’s such interesting insight into both characters (especially Ferdie; I’d say these are some of his most well-rounded supports)
Hubert and Dorothea - Dorothea sees right through Hubert’s edgy theatre kid persona. She approaches him like she would any friend right from the beginning and teases him about his love life. She also respects and believes him when he says that unrequited love isn’t his motivation. I would’ve liked a conclusion that wasn’t Dorothea suggesting they marry, but it is really funny that she did that. I love their paired ending too--completely platonic espionage opera! What could be better?
Hubert and Byleth - in my head they have a quirky sitcom where Byleth keeps trying to arrange Edeleth/Ferdibert double dates and Hubert has to attend them. (but seriously, the appeal of Hubert is looking at this man and saying “I’m gonna make you like me”, and then you do it). Outside of my shipping biases, his threats to you are funny as shit considering that he has no power over you and he’s always dying in battle, but once you win his trust he admits that despite looking Blatantly Evil, he truly abhors TWSTID and is already planning their follow-up war. I could easily see him and Byleth co-leading the war in the shadows (and that’s where the dialogue of the aforementioned platonic Huleth workplace comedy takes place). Also my friend who played as m!Byleth told me the “we could be a couplet of birds” line in the A-support still exists regardless of gender. Hubert is demiromantic bi and you CANNOT change my mind
Edelgard and Petra - “Don’t settle for being the bird. Be the arrow instead” Both have a great deal of mutual respect for each other, even though Edelgard is heir to the nation that has kept Petra’s country down for years. You see the same beliefs Petra holds in her supports with Caspar here--that being, “we are not our parents, we can make different choices”. It’s a shame they only have 2 supports. I think it would’ve been cool to see Petra asking Edelgard for Brigidian independence or otherwise talking about how she can achieve her goal.
Edelgard and Linhardt - I actually think people talk about this a bit, but it’s one of my favourite Black Eagles support chains so I have to mention it. This one is the key to understanding that Edelgard’s better world is only possible in her route, when she has the support and opportunity to trust others enough to learn how to listen to them and consider their perspectives. I advise anyone who thinks Edelgard would be a brutal dictator to watch these supports, because they so blatantly contradict that idea? Linhardt initially frustrates her because she knows he’s talented and smart but he doesn’t want to do anything to help the world with that. Characters like Linhardt are usually given an arc in which they overcome an initial selfishness to help others. This is not that. These supports are about Edelgard learning to understand Linhardt and accommodate him. Edelgard agonizes over finding the perfect way to allow him to do his research in a way that suits him--and when she senses his hesitation at her initial plan, she presses him for the problem and reconfigures the idea because she won’t put him in a situation he’s not fully content in. This is astounding character growth (from both of them, but mostly Edelgard). Also the struggle depicted in this chain is just something that spoke to me when I first saw it--”be useful” versus “learn for knowledge’s sake” is pretty much my exact struggle in life 😂 Seeing two of my favourite characters reach a resolution that satisfied both of them was hopeful, to say the least.
Caspar and Ferdinand - What strikes me about their supports is that it compares and contrasts these characters’ ideas of justice against each other. Honestly, the Black Eagles as a whole have takes on morality that are just slightly skewed, and these characters’ arguments about it exemplify it. Caspar just thinks that people who hurt others should be hit right away, head empty no thoughts but j u s t i c e. Ferdinand initially believes that all sense of justice comes from being nobility, and with that comes an obligation to be morally superior. Having Caspar just go “uh yeah, what does nobility have to do with it? I just had to hit that guy” is one way in which Ferdinand’s ideals are challenged. It’s a cool contrast that I think highlights an interesting aspect of the Black Eagles and what they were taught.
Dorothea and Bernie - I love everything about their interaction. If Dorothea were a lesser character, she’d be the mean popular girl who shames Bernie for her messy hair and her anxiety. Instead, Dorothea is patient and Bernie is like “oh no she’s Too Cool for me”. Dorothea also makes note of what Bernie says as she gets too anxious to continue the interaction and aims to comfort her in their next support. We get a good Bernie character moment in their B-support, where she mentions her father ruining her friendship with a commoner boy--and a cathartic moment where Dorothea tells her that her father’s an asshole and that they’re going to be friends anyway. Bernie cries in Dorothea’s arms and AHHHH why didn’t we get MORE of this???
Bernie and Petra - If I could add any support and ending to the game, it would be Bernie/Petra. They have such a good starting point--because of Bernie’s anxiety and Petra being a second language speaker of Fòdlandish, they are prone to miscommunications (which is the general theme of early Bleagles supports). They had a nice 2-support arc where they understand each other a little better--but then there’s the paralogue, where Petra encourages Bernie to come to her homeland with her and Bernie realizes she wants to travel and see amazing things like carnivorous plants. This is fantastic character development for her and is a satisfying conclusion to her arc. I feel like most of Bernie’s endings involve her just reverting back to her hermit self instead of developing a balance between who she was at the beginning and who she’s grown into. I think Petra would offer to let her come to Brigid again, where she helps her navigate a new language and culture. Bernie’s anxiety is still bad but Petra has been in her position and can offer advise and reassurance. Petra is also patient and would give Bernie a safe little house near the carnivorous plants for her to retreat to when overwhelmed. It becomes both of their refuge, with Petra taking time away from her regal duties to spend time with Bernie and her art and her stories. Whether it’s romantic or platonic is up to preference but I low-key ship them 😏
#black eagles#ferdinand von aegir#petra macneary#hubert von vestra#dorothea arnault#caspar von bergliez#bernadetta von varley#edelgard von hresvelg#linhardt von hevrig#byleth eisner#fe3h
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i think the act of verbally asking for consent to physically touch someone (platonic or not) is very important and it can also be very cute in the different ways people would ask for consent to touch the other so perhaps headcanons on how dsmp characters would ask for consent to hug someone (maybe even asking for consent to use something of the persons)
have a wonderful day :] - 🪐
cw! pogtopia wilbur because I couldn't help myself
in this: (all c!_) Technoblade . Sapnap . Fundy . Wilbur
C! Techno:
It’s common knowledge that physical affection doesn’t come particularly easy to the callused warrior
Techno rarely initiates contact
and whenever he does, he makes sure to ask you if it’s okay
“can I” he signals with his hands, he’s vague and awkward and blushing just a little
you don’t answer, mouth much too occupied in an enamoured smile to conceptualize a coherent sentence
“y’know… hug you?” deep voice gone low and red eyes drifting between snow tainted windows and his lover before him
“of course” you talk in that way you do when you’re in love and he can hear your smile
there’s barely a step between him and you and walking it to wrap himself around you comes naturally as breathing
your hugs are the kind that could last for hours without ever being awkward, be it when you let go or while you’re wrapped so tightly your edges become blurry, it’s organic
C! Sapnap:
Having skin as warm to the touch as a freshly lit match never posed much of an issue to Sapnap
sure he couldn’t bare wearing anything heavier than a white top without melting, and dolphins swam away from him when his friends and him went swimming --George has been sleeping for a while and Dream is rotting away in a blackstone prison cell, so that doesn’t even matter now.
It was never bothersome
That is
Until he met you
No that’s not right
It was fine for a while, it opened a door to many a “woah you’re hot” jokes (the punchline hereof was without fail “hehe, I know”)
and he could easily mask any faint blush with some bullshit about temperature
however, he is deeply terrified of hurting you, even if his skin has never gotten warm enough to burn, the very thought of leaving a single red mark, a single blister…
so he always asks, to hold your hand, to kiss you, to hug you or put his arm around your shoulders
a shy question with a tentative “are you sure?” following suit
and you say yes, because he’s sapnap, he’s warm and feels like home
C! Fundy /p
poor boy’s got issues
he holds onto stuff to dearly, he holds onto people for dear life because one two many have left him stranded
he likes to wear your jewellery
you're probably one of the only people he wouldn't steal from, and when he asks if he can keep a string bracelet or old copper ring there isn't a moment of hesitation before you say yes
he'll always come back with a ribbon or a flower, as a thanks
while his primary love language is gift giving (it might have to do with his fox half but that’s unimportant)
physical touch has a way of making him feel safe, specially if it comes from you
he’s startled easily and takes a while to open up to people, even longer to let them touch him in any way
so he’s slow and careful
“I really want to hold your hand right now but I want to know if that’s okay”
he likes to walk around holding hands, or with his arm around your shoulder if he’s feeling douchey
he likes it when you ask too
If you want to hug him, you’ll grab his wrist and whisper
“Is it okay?”
It always is
C! Wilbur (pogtopia era)
the ravine is cold, the rocks too grounded to each other for any light to scurry through
the ravine is cold and Wilbur is beautiful
the war hero clad in white, red and navy blue is long gone. Now, he wears brown, gray and stone
he’s beautiful in the way all dangerous things are
and still, maybe for the worst, under the maddening rebel he’s still… Wilbur
he still fucks around with tommy, albeit less frequently, and he banters with technoblade and he teaches weird stuff to tubbo
he no longer swoops you off your feet and spins you around like crazy
he’s careful
like he doesn’t want to scare you, like he’s scared he might hurt you
he wouldn’t, not in a million years, he’d rather cut off his hand than ever inflicting any pain in you
still, he’s scared
because war has a way of scaring one’s soul, so does solitude, and god knows he’s gotten enough of both to spare
so he asks
his voice a lot quieter, a lot sweeter
and sometimes you say no, when the fire in his eyes looks more risky than warm, or the cold of the cavern is at the tip of your fingers
but when you say yes and he wraps his arms around you; he smells like brimstone and leather and Wilbur
for a split second it’s like you’re home, in a country built on friendship and shielded by blackstone.
Home is a curious word, hopefully one day you’ll mold it to mean a cold cavern inhabited by two young souls too excited by not having to hold onto the railings, a warrior with a history coated in blood and a man whose brown curls have lost most of their shine and who always asks before he holds your hand
🪐 my dearest, I hope this is what you were expecting and you (all) enjoy it, it was a lot of fun writing it :^)
I pray you excuse any typos I speedran this in like an hour
likes and reblogs are rewarded with a kith and I hope you have a lovely morning/afternoon/evening/night
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idk if u know him but i just found out that technoblade has cancer and now im really sad but it did get me a lil curious to see a small corpse x reader scenario or headcanons where reader announces they have cancer in the midst of playing with corpse and their friends on stream?
Sorry for the long wait dear but here is your request finally fulfilled. Because of my long queue I decided to go for headcanons and I hope you don't mind. If you want a full fic of this concept don't hesitate to let me know ~ XOXO, Vy 💕
Streamer gang & Reader (Gender Neutral)
TW: Mentions of suffering from cancer, Mentions of hospital visits and hospital treatment
- You had been running late for the stream you and the crew had arranged a few days prior
- Because of certain problems with the system at you hospital, you had to attend your appointment that day instead of the day before, the timing clashing a bit with the timing of the stream
- You sent Rae a quick text that you'd be late for the event, hoping she wouldn't ask why
- And luckily she didn't
- Truth be told, it's not like you were going to extreme lengths to hide your illness, you just didn't want you friends seeing you differently
- Still, however, you were planning to tell them sooner or later
- You always made up scenarios in your head of how it would go and only in a few were your news accepted lightly
- You hated that you had to risk all those other, far less fortunate alternatives, but it was what it was and you had zero control of how they’d react so you were practically helpless in that field
- That being said, you just let out a sigh every time your mind started going down that route
- “Hey guys, sorry I’m late. The hospital messed up my appointment which was supposed to be YESTERDAY. So shout out to them, you guys suck. Just kidding, y’all keep me alive.”
- Your friends chuckled at your comment, paying no mind to it as anything but a joke
- “Time you switch hospitals then.” Toast nudges you jokingly
- “Oh trust me, bro, that would be hella more complicated than just making appointments in my local one. All my paperwork, records, medical history, everything’s there. I can just about imagine how much of it would be lost if I moved.”
- Corpse scoffs, amused, “Damn, you make it sound like you’re in and out of the hospital more than I am.”
- You playfully roll your eyes even though he can’t see me, “Yeah, well having cancer does that to a person.”
- The call goes quiet for a few moments, making you think back to what you just said, turning pale as a ghost, all you blood running cold
- “Fuck-” Corpse is the first one to speak up, “That’s fucking horrible.”
- “Why didn’t you tell us?” Rae follows him up, voice equally as concerned as Corpse’s, both of them clearly rattled by your confession
- As is the rest of the game lobby
- You fidget with your hands, your eyes stinging with sudden hot tears that are threatening to spill but you refuse to let them
- The last thing you were expecting when imagining the aforementioned scenarios was crying
- You thought you had come to terms with it long ago to the point where you can even joke about it but turns out you were wrong
- “I-” You begin to speak but stutter because of the knot in your throat, “I didn’t want you guys to...pity me or see me any differently. I-..I wouldn’t be able to stand even you treating me like I’m fragile and overthinking everything you say in my presence.”
- Your response is answered by another moment of silence before your racing mind is put to a slight ease by Corpse’s voice travelling through your headset
- “Nothing will change, Y/N.” He says, tone still shaky but at least steadier than before, “You’re still the most badass impostor among us.” He pauses, “Pun was not intended, but I truly mean it.”
- “Yeah, you’re still the same and so are we, this changes nothing.” Toast says reassuringly.
- “However!” Rae interrupts, causing your heart to drop, “Do you promise to never again keep us in the dark about things going on in your life? We’re your friends and we wanna be there for you, don’t keep our hands tied.”
- Your heart rose and dropped yet again but did so under the effect of a completely different emotion than before - joy
- The tears prickling your eyes are now happy tears, ones you hadn’t let out in years
- “I promise.” You say with a sniffle, “And one more thing...”
- “Yeah?” Corpse says
- “Thank you.”
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